Modern Poetry Edition #21, (The Van Morrison Edition)


Oops, I mis-mentioned the reference in Rave On. It's 
Yeats not Keats who gets the shout-out from Van.

Turnout was low, but Van took 100% of the ballots.

I was surprised that the grassroots effort was not
stronger for "The Way Young Lovers Do." Perhaps, 
like me, many thought it just a bit too sappy. That
it may be but "Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of 
the way that we were -- and the way that we wanted to be"
is sure a good line. Anyway, Van is in and the winner 
is his excellent "In the Garden." I can see children
reciting this one a hundred years from now, a little 
English teacher guiding student through the Anthology
that duly notes, "ITG won the MPulitzer back in the 
first year of the Modern Era of Poetry."

Next week: well more Modern Poetry of course.


Modern Poetry #21
[10/26/04]
The Way Young Lovers Do - by Van Morrison
Sweet Thing - by Van Morrison
Saint Dominic's Preview - by Van Morrison
In The Garden - by Van Morrison
Rave On, John Donne - by Van Morrison

**Winner of MPulitzer

What happened to MP #20?? Relax, nothing happened. 
We're skipping #20 since back in #13 it was a double 
issue. So on to #21, and we already know the winner.

That's right George Ivan Morrison's getting in, and
the selections here are meant to be somewhat unfamiliar
(No Brown Eyed Girl here). That's so you have real
poems that can be read, much like last edition's
fine modern story poem from Liz Phair. Look, I can
even present them like this:

-We strolled through fields all wet with rain
-And I will stroll the merry way and jump the hedges first
-Chamois cleaning all the windows
-The streets are always wet with rain
-Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool

Just like Emily D.'s as if there were no titles, 
just know 'em by the opening lines. I hope you like.

Note the references to Donne, Whitman, Keats, Gibran, 
and Hank Williams. And not here but elsewhere, Van 
shouts out William Blake and Jack Kerouac. Ahh, Van 
the Man is truly a poet's poet, a bluesman's bluesman, 
a writer's writer.

Read 'em up and vote for your fave. I have my choice
but there are no losers here.


The Way Young Lovers Do
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We strolled through fields all wet with rain
And back along the lane again
There in the sunshine
In the sweet summertime
The way that young lovers do 

I kissed you on the lips once more
And we said goodbye just adoring the nighttime
Yeah, that's the right time
To feel the way that young lovers do 

Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that we were
and the way that we were meant to be
Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that I was for you
and you were for me
And then we danced the night away
And turned to each other, say, 'I love you, I love you'
The way that young lovers do 

Do, do, do, do... 

Then we sat on our star and dreamed of the way that we were and the way
that we wanted to be
Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that I was for you
and you were for me
I went on to dance the night away
And turned to each other, say, 'I love you, baby, I love you'
The way that young lovers do, lovers do, lovers do 

Do, do, do, do.... 


Sweet Thing
=========================================================================
And I will stroll the merry way
And jump the hedges first
And I will drink the clear
Clean water for to quench my thirst
And I shall watch the ferry-boats
And they'll get high
On a bluer ocean
Against tomorrow's sky
And I will never grow so old again
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain 

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
'Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite
And I don't know why'
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
Grow so old again. 

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I will raise my hand up
Into the night time sky
And count the stars
That's shining in your eye
Just to dig it all an' not to wonder
That's just fine
And I'll be satisfied
Not to read in between the lines
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
And I will never, ever, ever, ever
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
And your saint-like smile....


Saint Dominic's Preview
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Chamois cleaning all the windows,
Singing songs about Edith Piaf's soul.
And I hear blue strains of "no regredior"
Across the street from Cathedral Notre Dame. 

Meanwhile back in San Francisco
We're trying hard to make this whole thing blend,
As we sit upon this jagged
Storey block, with you my friend. 

And it's a long way to Buffalo.
It's a long way to Belfast city too.
And I'm hoping the choice won't blow the hoist
'cos this town, they bit off more than they can chew. 

As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
Saint Dominic's Preview 
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview

All the orange boxes are scattered.
Against the Safeway's supermarket in the rain.
And everybody feels so determined
Not to feel anyone else's pain. 

(You know that) No one's making no commitments
To anybody but themselves,
Hidin' behind closed doorways,
Tryin' to get outside, outside of empty shells 

And for every cross-cuttin' country corner,
For every Hank Williams railroad train that cried,
And all the chains, badges, flags and emblems
And every strain on every brain and every eye (?) 

As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview. 

And the restaurant tables are completely covered.
The record company has paid out for the wine.
You got everything in the world you ever wanted
Right about now your face should wear a smile. 

That's the way it all should happen
When you're in, when you're in the state you're in;
You've got your pen and notebook ready,
I think it's about time, time for us to begin.

And we're over in a 52nd Street apartment,
Socializing with the wino few,
Just to be hip and get wet with the jet set.
But they're flying too high to see my point of view. 

As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview. 

See them freedom marching,
Out on the street, freedom marching.
Saint Dominic's Preview. 


In The Garden
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The streets are always wet with rain
After a summer shower when I saw you standin'
In the garden in the garden wet with rain 

You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
As we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the
Great sadness that day in the garden 

And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open that day you came back to the garden 

The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden 

The summer breeze was blowin' on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden 

And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells inside the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of
Eternal summers in the garden 

And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ 

And I turned to you and I said
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the father in the garden 

No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the
Son and the Holy Ghost
In the garden wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the holy ghost
In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father in the garden


Rave On, John Donne
=========================================================================
Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools 

Rave on, down through the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors
Rave on words on printed page 

Rave on, you left us infinity 
And well pressed pages torn to fade
Drive on with wild abandon
Uptempo, frenzied heels 

Rave on, Walt Whitman, nose down in wet grass
Rave on fill the senses
On nature's bright green shady path 

Rave on Omar Khayyam, Rave on Kahlil Gibran
Oh, what sweet wine we drinketh
The celebration will be held
We will partake the wine and break the Holy bread 

Rave on let a man come out of Ireland
Rave on on Mr. Yeats,
Rave on down through the Holy Rosey Cross
Rave on down through theosophy, and the Golden Dawn
Rave on through the writing of "A Vision"
Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on 

Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools 

Rave on, down though the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on words on printed page