Friday, December 23, 2011

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now ~

Raglan Road, Dublin

Pardon me for indulging and repeating a favorite song of a friend now gone a year ago today.

I played this song the other day over the phone for my 84 year old mother, born & raised from Belfast Ireland, now snug as a bug down there in Florida where she lives, and from faraway she said, "O this takes me back!"

It was a favorite song and poem of Janine's, as it speaks to loss & love all around.

Raglan Road by The Dubliners on Grooveshark


On Raglan Road of an Autumn day
I saw her first and knew,
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might someday rue.
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way.
And I said,"Let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day."

On Grafton Street in November, we
Tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion play.
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay;
Oh, I loved too much and by such and such
Is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind,
I gave her the secret signs,
That's known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone.
And her words and tint without stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May.

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now,
And away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow.
That I had loved, not as I should
A creature made of clay,
When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
His wings at the dawn of day.


Patrick Kavanagh

First published in 1946 as Dark Haired Myriam Ran Away

Patrick Kavanagh