The Religion of a Hummingbird, Shimmering

The Religion of a Hummingbird, Shimmering

The Religion of a Hummingbird, Shimmering   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem  If I had wings, I’d flap them fifty beats Per millisecond.  I would drink the juice Of see-through fuschias by the golden...

Bright Young Men Know Better

Bright Young Men Know Better The sun god sits in golden light upon A golden throne and sends out golden beams. The robe he wears is purple prinked at dawn With rose gold frets, Greek frets.  His presence streams From in his palace in the farthest east, An east beyond...

If macho stars are doing sex with men

If macho stars are doing sex with men, That must be covered up.  Mere Vaseline Across the lens won’t do.  It’s cock and hen That’s right for Hollywood.  Shut down the scene If Marlon Brando kisses Dean and/or The other way around.  Rock Hudson’s Day Is just for show. ...

Butterflies Sing with the Tongues of Zen and Angels

Butterflies Sing with the Tongues of Zen and Angels Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Let’s say that butterflies could sing.  What songs Would come from them?  Perhaps their first Would be selected from the...

The Flowers Dream of Hummingbirds

The Flowers Dream of Hummingbirds Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When butterflies fan wings while on a stone, They do not dream, or if they do, they fail To dream of us, our sadness when alone Or, more,...

Jeff and Richard

            Jeff and Richard Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When males are born, they have the chance to be Men, toiling on a farm in sweat and muck, Or fishing in the roiling waves the sea Throws...

Woman

                 Woman You slip away in poems that you wrote, In songs composed, in paintings painted by Your lust and fingers.  You turn out the vote For candidate and then learn just how sly He was, or muster funding for the cause— And win—but then the circumstances...

The Song for the Statue of Liberty

    The Song for the Statue of Liberty Sing out your foreign song.  Sing out your truth. Sing out the way that you are different from The rest.  Chant out from in your Succoth booth Or from your monastery.  Let songs come From pink brown Harlem lips.  Involve the...

I Have Looked upon the Face of Jolliness

I Have Looked upon the Face of Jolliness The ancient Greeks in poetry were lewd As limericks, playful, silly as a stand Up joker on a comic’s platform, rude And crude, yep, far more rude than Russell Brand. Emitted from these ancient rhythmic throats Were poems...

Pifferari at Eton

          Pifferari at Eton “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.” The young mind loves to wander.  Even though It lives at Eton, it will fly to Rome, The Rome of Christmastime. His fancies flow: The boy would wonder at this spire, that dome, And...

Earl Grey in Old Imari Porcelain

Earl Grey in Old Imari Porcelain He could have stayed behind his desk.  He could Have signed stock-trading bonds.  He could have stayed Not writing symphonies.  Each night he would Have travelled home to comfort.  Hubert strayed. He could have travelled home each...

7/8

                 7/8 II suggest you read this sonnet in tandem with “Prime,” one of the sonnets in the sonnet sequence about Parry in the general Encyclopedia Sonnetica.] “Jerusalem” and “I was glad” have made Us think of him as if he were no more Than...

Inklings

                 Inklings “We hear of his composing chants and hymn-tunes when he was about eight”. Groves Dictionary of Music and Musicians (1928), 55 Some chants and melodies for hymns at eight Gave childhood hints, yet first among the strong To forge him...

Holy Innocence

            Holy Innocence We wonder if the organist who spelled Out basic counterpoint and how to write Down harmony knew that this later swelled To eight-part glory in a music bright As heaven’s capital with streets of gold And gem foundations. Highnam’s Edward...

Early Sprinkling by Samuel Sebastian Wesley

Early Sprinkling by Samuel Sebastian Wesley From Twyford deeper waters start to flow. At least that is the place where Wesley poured The priming of the well.  The master’s glow Went down into the learner’s core.  The chord Struck then could not be banished by the will...

Harmony in Horticulture

   Harmony in Horticulture So chants and hymn tunes seem to be his first Attempts and one, an LM tune, was for The Church of England hymnal.  This young burst Of writing, this foundation made the soar To heights his possibility.  From these, These simple seeds, his...

Revising Early Compositions at the Age of Seventeen, Eton

Revising Early Compositions at the Age of Seventeen, Eton In 1865 at seventeen The Eton schoolboy cast his eyes back through His early compositions.  With their sheen Of amateurishness he held the view That they should be revised or put away. Imagine being so advanced...

Forced Freedom

          Forced Freedom Emily Daymond surveys the Eton schoolboy’s self-assessment of his music while a teenager reacting partly to his composition teacher giving him only fugue and canon assignments. At Eton Hubert’s music was addressed By him in daily entries in...

Intellectualized Emotion

  Intellectualized Emotion   The young Parry put into his jottings that his favourite among them all was “my grand fugue in G major with three (own) subjects.”   “A man’s reach should exceed his grasp.” ~ Robert Browning He kept on writing at the tough one though,...

Greatness Rises

         Greatness Rises On February 22 the grand Fugue rose from all the instrument the first Time.  Strength, complexity and subjects fanned Out through the air.  The young man’s music burst Out from mere theory and ink when played By Dr Elvey.  Augmentation...

A Canon “Written in School” — in a Geometry Lesson?

A Canon “Written in School”    —in a Geometry Lesson? His later comment on his childhood work Remarks on one of these, a canon, that It was “Written in School.”  Did he shirk His classroom duties, hiding where he sat Behind the others doing problems from A lesson...

“and goes on thus contentedly to the end”

“and goes on thus contentedly to the end” He learned to change a canon’s form when need Required a shift. He might repeat a tune Two measures later underneath the seed He planted.  Still, if that did not commune When he went on in combination, he Would then commit the...

Heart Trouble

           Heart Trouble Where does music come from?  Does it come from Heart wounds?  No.  Music is at first derived From minds.  It offers mathematics’ thrum For ears.  At Eton teenage Parry thrived On music and on sport in spite of heart Disease becoming palpable. ...

Psalm 130

               Psalm 130 From out of depths of sorrow came the sounds Of  Parry’s anthem (first of all) “In my Distress.”  The music came from deep chest wounds Und Bach and Luther.  Anguish reaches sky And heaven only when the music climbs From sources such as...

The Pergola of Composition

  The Pergola of Composition “There is also a setting of Horace’s Ode ‘Persicos odi puer apparatus,’ for A.T.B.B. ‘written in school [Eton College] , February 22, 1865’ ”. ~ Emily Daymond, 77 As strange as ancient Persia might have seemed To sixteen-year-old Parry...

With a Pretty Ding, Dong, Bell

With a Pretty Ding, Dong, Bell “This has a very pretty madrigalian ‘Ding, dong, bell’ ending.” ~ Emily Daymond, 77 At 15 Hubert tried his hand at straight Poetic madrigal, a Shakespeare song, In “Tell Me, Where is Fancy Bred?”  The gate Of fancy is our eyes and where...

O Head Full of Blood and Wounds

O Head Full of Blood and Wounds Before his fourteenth year the boy wrote down A melody like Bach’s “O Haupt voll Blut Und Wunden,” but the sixth note did not frown. Instead it mounted up.   It took a route More positive.  Prophetic nearly, one Might say, when looking...

Prime

                Prime [I suggest you read this poem in tandem with the sonnet called “7/8” in the general Encyclopedia Sonnetica.] The first real piece by Parry, or the one He called his first, reveals through notes his clear And sweet imagination.  He has...

Streength through Dedication

Strength through Dedication At Eton Parry moved to start the task Of bettering his pieces written there, An early sign which shows that he would ask Himself to work perfection through his care And dent of work, a tough composer from The start—and strained to win at...

“Thoughts of . . . Summer half, 1865”

“Thoughts of . . . Summer half, 1865” A piece just eight bars long is pregnant with Vague meaning and with secrecy. A man (Not quite) is burdened with Victorian myth Of sex as tight as whalebone girdles can Impose on him.  On top of that he’s just a boy At school...

“When Stars are in the Quiet Sky”

“When Stars are in the Quiet Sky” ‘The desire of the moth for the star’ ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley On thirteen August, 1865, This song came out of Hubert Parry, whole. It seems he did not really need to strive. Perhaps his writing then was like a stroll Along a path in...

First Magnificat, 1864

    First Magnificat, 1864 His first Magnificat is likely to Have been the one he heard performed while He was still at Eton as a boy.  True To truth he hated it—thought it was vile— When he looked back on it.  He called it bad. He called it “bad.”  In 1865 He looked...

A Common Prayer for Honesty

A Common Prayer for Honesty Psalm 52:1 ‘an anthem in five parts, “Why boasteth thou thyself,” the second section adding a solo quartet, making a good nine-part work (1865).’ ~ Emily Daymond This criticism of himself becomes The context of his later anthem, “Why...

Parts Song “Take, oh Take Those Lips Away”

                      Parts Song “Take, oh Take Those Lips Away” “(sung at the Eton College Concert)” ~ Emily Daymond Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes: the breake of day, Lights that do mislead the Morn; But my kisses bring...

A Sonata in F Minor for Pianoforte Duet

A Sonata in F Minor for Pianoforte Duet “written while laid up in a damage with football, in ten days” ~ the teenage Hubert Parry The schoolboy sport-team member with that heart Condition just refused to let his weak Young ticker hold him back.  He struggled. In...

Poems Enshrined in His Affections

Poems Enshrined in His Affections ‘showing that even from such early days these poems had been enshrined in his affections’ ~ Emily Daymond The years have helped us to forget that there Were times when boys did not have e-games, vids, And Google, never mind that...

A Buzzing Probe in Deep-throat Nectar

A Buzzing Probe in Deep-throat Nectar Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Early poetry finds its stories and then finds ways of remembering them.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 8 “Helen Hunt Jackson...

Ashokan Amnesia

                Ashokan Amnesia   “While the memory of Ashoka having set up stone pillars persisted, what his epigraphs recorded was entirely forgotten.  The pillar at Niglihawa, while recognized as Ashokan, is said to have been engraved with “the record of the...

The Tortoise

               The Tortoise Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Other poems by Apollinaire relate to Orpheus, for example, ‘The Tortoise,’ whose shell—a gift from Apollo—provided the frame of his lyre.” ~...

Derived from Feudal Darkness

    Derived from Feudal Darkness Medieval canon lawyers were the first To moot an individual’s pale chance To have some rights in law, that tiny burst Of radicality. From there to France And chopping off the head of king and queen Was like a pilgrimage to truth...

Pure Eve and the Serpent

Pure Eve and the Serpent Not one of us is wholly human.  So They say.  They mean that we are part divine Or that we have angelic bits, or low Down stuff in us; we’re worse than stinking swine, Yack, yack, yack, blah, blah.  Blindly this ignores The obvious truth.  Of...

Victor’s Meditation

        Victor’s Meditation A hunchback rises there above the bells But nothing in this scene is like the hour Of stylized beauty in the Book of Kells Bent over in a cell.  He aches the power Of hopeless love more cruel than the rack And flogging.  Ugliness is...