This is one of my favorite poems of Emily`s. To be honest, one of a hundred!
V
XXXIV.
Ah, Melpomene,
tragedy I sing,
my life a gesture
to love`s suffering.
Your eyes embrace my soul
seduction so complete,
Oh muse of tragic poetry
It`s in your arms I weep.
V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
The Lusty Month of May
From Camelot the musical
(In a Castle garden the Queen and the courtiers are a-maying)
(Guenevere)
Tra la! It's May!
The lusty month of May!
That lovely month when ev'ryone goes
Blissfully astray
Tra la! It's here!
That shocking time of year!
When tons of wicked little thoughts
Merrily appear
It's May! It's May!
That gorgeous holiday
When ev'ry maiden prays that her lad
Will be a cad!
It's mad! It's gay!
A libelous display
Those dreary vows that ev'ryone takes
Ev'ryone breaks
Ev'ryone makes divine mistakes
The lusty month of May!
Whence this fragrance wafting through the air?
What sweet feelings does its scent transmute?
Whence this perfume floating ev'rywhere?
Don't you know it's that dear forbidden fruit!
Tra la la la la. That dear forbidden fruit!
Tra la la la la
(Knights and Ladies) Tra la la la la!
(Guenevere) Tra la la la la!
(Knights and Ladies) Tra la la la la!
(Guenevere) Tra la!
(Knights and Ladies) Tra la!
(Guenevere) Tra la!
(Knights and Ladies) Tra la!
(Guenevere)
Tra la la la la la la la la la la la
La la! It's May!
The lusty month of May!
That darling month when ev'ryone throws
Self-control away
It's time to do
A wretched thing or two
And try to make each precious day
One you'll always rue
It's May! It's May!
The month of "yes, you may,"
The time for ev'ry frivolous whim
Proper or "im"
It's wild! It's gay!
A blot in ev'ry way
The birds and the bees with all of their vast
Amorous past
Gaze at the human race aghast
(Guenevere, Knights and Ladies) The lusty month of May!
(Guenevere)
Tra la! It's May!
The lusty month of May!
(Knights and Ladies)
That lovely month when ev'ryone goes
Blissfully astray
Tra la! It's here!
That shocking time of year!
When tons of wicked little thoughts
Merrily appear
It's May! It's May!
The month of great dismay
(Guenevere)
When all the world is brimming with fun
Wholesome or "un"
(Guenevere, Knights and Ladies)
It's mad! It's gay!
A libelous display
Those dreary vows that ev'ryone takes
Ev'ryone breaks
Ev'ryone makes divine mistakes
The lusty month of May!
***All lyrics posted copyright 1960 Alan Jay Lerner and
Frederick Loewe Chappell & Co., Inc., Warner Bros. Publications U.S. Inc
When i was very young, I saw "Camelot" the last month before Richard Burton & Julie Andrews left the show on Broadway! Vince
Again, the little door to darkness
opens with incantation;
"Bless me Father,
for I have sinned."
A woman, head bowed, uncovered
as is the modern want,
recites her litany of little sins,
envy, doubt, despair-
Unfaithfulness!
In his dark corner, the priest
leans toward the voice,
"Tell me of this unfaithfulness
of what, and where, and whom."
In two score years of ministering
he never tires of the sounds,
as women tell their tales.
Slowly he leads her to that first meeting,
that first kiss,
Oh, the love he can feel in her memories.
He smiles at love`s blossoming,
the titter in her whispering,
no longer shameful
but proud in lustful abandon.
And of the sighs of pain
at the inevitable loss,
her suitor gone,
taking all the fairy tales.
It is only in this little room,
when all the tales are told,
that he can cry for love
the savoring, never come.
V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
Oh how it is, I wonder,
to smile at break of day.
And marvel at the flowers,
overcoming grey.
How can a simple flower
in the beauty of its play,
live a life of honor,
when all I do is flay.
Sad thoughts demand attention
this statue made of clay.
My consciousness demands it,
for I`m its chosen prey.
V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
The words,
defining me
talking to myself, then
thrown into the ether.
Love escapes me,
loneliness my friend.
She comforts me,
a seductress.
Shadows come alive.
V
C 2005, Deabler, V.T.
The words, extremely numerous,
so easily caught,
are strewn upon the pages,
yet cannot sense the thought.
The poet rearranges,
the battle fiercely fought,
without aid from Calliope,
this time, perhaps, for naught.
V
c 2005 Deabler, V.T.
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