Great poem from Tennyson.
Hateful is the dark-blue sky,
Vaulted o’er the dark-blue sea.
Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labor be?
Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast,
And in a little while our lips are dumb.
Let us alone. What is it that will last?
And things are taken from us, and become
Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
Let us alone. What pleasure can we have
To war with evil? Is there any peace
In ever climbing up the climbing wave?
All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave
In silence, ripen, fall, and cease:
Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The 13th-century Persian poet.
From the Spanish poet, Antonio Machado.
She's written some great songs, sure (including this one that references her love for Springsteen), but damn if this girl isn't a fantastic poet. In his "From My Home To Yours" gig on SiriusXM's E Street Radio station (where he's been playing records from his own collection and sharing his thoughts about the time we're living in), he played LDR's "Video Games" one night. Here's what we he said about it/her.
With summer coming to an end, I thought I'd spotlight a couple of recent verses from Bruce Springsteen as he was looking back at the summer of his youth. The video (and the quote, below) was taken from his SiriusXM show (where he's a DJ on his own channel; as he introduces songs, he spins a little poetry). Beautiful.
Just some musings from an old guy...