1.Prince Rupert
Rupert lies on a bed
In a chamber and watches the weeds
And the feather headed grasses
That waver on the grey stone balcony
He sees the blood-stained silk white sky
Of another dawn arise
But Rupert knows this crimson morn
Will turn to dusk and night will fall
Before the day...
Oh, give me this day
Prince Rupert calls
Give me this day
Rupert hangs by a thread
And daylight comes in flashes
Like memories of lightning through his mind
He sees the fleur-de-lis floor shine
Gold and white as the sun climbes
And glints into his ruby ring
Slipping from his finger, pale and thin
On to the floor
Oh, give me this day
Prince Rupert calls
Give me this day
Rupert lies on a bed
Where the night bows her head
Stars weave their dreams around him
Shaken from her loose black raven hair
Give me this day
2.Macbeth's Head
How beautiful and unexpected it was
To wake and see the snow
Butterflying in through the open window
Sand-dune drifting towards his feet
Blanketing his room
Covering his heirlooms
And scattered things, all smashed up and sad
He felt so glad that they were gone
But still there beneath the snow
With Macbeth's clay-red arm around his neck
He said 'remember, don't forget
Where you are... you are with me'
His clay-red arm like the muddy river
That rambles through the reeking town
Reaching for the sea
Macbeth's head
Full of clover and the town below
Unaware of the time and the silent snow
Macbeth's head
Full of barking dogs
The churls in rags, their cloaks
The heads of stags clashing antlers
Their cloaks billowing down
The silvery hills of sleep
Macbeth's head
Blows a silver horn of dented stars
Across the misty heath
But, 'come back' he couldn't say
Macbeth's head
In the emerald eyes of dark women
Barefoot on the wharf
The north winds sing-song singing
Through the gorse
Macbeth's head
Down in the streets below
Blissfully unaware of the virgin snow
His purple tongue locked inside his mouth
Shouting drunken at the clouds
And a voice echoes through the landslide town
Beneath the braclet bridge
Macbeth's arm tenses round his neck
'Don't forget, don't forget'
Macbeth's head
Full of the smell of stone
Macbeth's head
Falls from the satin sky
His closed eyes
His eyelids open
Macbeth's arm tenses round his neck
'...don't forget
Don't forget'
And how beautiful and unexpected it was
To wake and see the snow
3.The Street Organ
The street organ plays
Its blithe tune through the town
Winding down the alleys with the yellow leaves
It meanders down bleak avenues where
The copper-green monuments stare
At nothing...
It passes them by unheard
Waltzes with the ribbons of distant winter air
The messengers of snow
Moon-struck and gold
It croons withthe lullabies that lull
The babies back to wombs
Confuses time with its merry sombre chiming
Calling back the old
Conjures daughters, lovers, sons
Fears, mothers, seasons, minutes
Lost and found, lost love, spring and nothing
She sings like a bird that wakes up warm
And thinks the winter's over
The street organ's music is heard
For the first time here and the last time there
And not at all
Cathedral quiet and narcoric seas
In a mind of tide-mark memories
The strand of hair that falls in front of her face
He woke up and called out her name
But only the street organ answered
The street organ plays down every road
Moon-struck and gold
4.Belief In The Rose
The rose bows its head
From the hedge to the shade
In the whispering calm
Of the cool colonnade
Unravelling dreams and deeds
As it unfurls the heavy scent
I tried to reach
Its poisonous dreams so clear
Where death is death
And joy is joy so sweet
And I forgot your tattered head
Your rain battered dress
And I forgot your dark caress
I want your thorns to cut my flesh
My sallow flesh
Your petals fall
But your thorns they remain
Through seasons i wait
For your blood flower ahain
And wisdom and time they tried
To scorn your world
But in the rose I will believe
Your pleasure, your pain, your dreams
Where death is death
And joy is joy so sweet
5.Misfortunes
I would chase the moons cold eye
Into the bitterest day
And I would watch the sun-dial
And in its shadow stay
So don't let me be afraid
I would hear misfortunes cry
Out of its virtuos face
And I would watch the sun-dial
And through its darkness race
The silver star of morning
Blinks down a tear from the sky
The sun has now arisen
The night closed its watchful eye
So don't let me be afraid
I would chase its ancient time
Into the perilous wastes
And I would watch the sun-dial
And in its shadows wait
So don't let me be afraid
I would hear misfortunes cry
Pay to its warning no heed
As I would watch the sun-dial
My darkest thoughts were freed
The silver star of morning
Blinks down a tear from the sky
The sun has now arisen
The night closed its watchful eye
So don't let me be afraid
Don't let me be afraid
6.The Pear Tree
She hung her gown from the pear tree
And watched it swing
Above the daisies ox-eyes
Like the flapping of wings
Through the blue marbled sky
From her chest
And the trickling of sweat
The midday sun slants down
Around her through the leaves
Like a loosening embrace
The colours fade
And the branches creak
The hanging gown in the pear tree
Flitters its limbs
Turns with ther breath to autumns
Burning sky a-beckoning
With the song of the lark
She could sing
To the summer but it left
The evening sun falls down
Around her through the leaves
Like a loosening embrace
The summer wanes
And the branches creak
The hanging gown in the pear tree
Above her swings
Like earths abandoned angel
Loosely flapping its wings
With the regular rise and fall of her chest
7.Ill Omen
It's June and I see the wood
The quiet pools
The glades and blue hollows
I saw the woods were wound with sorrow
So don't stop, clatter on
But it says 'come on... come on'
As doors swing open into lazy gardens
'Come on... come on'
This is love, don't go on
And I see the perfect wife
I can almost smell her apple breath
And her milky dress
She says 'come on... come on'
This is love, don't go
I swoon past the pearly room
In staggered roofs
He waits for tomorrow
I saw his lips were mouthing follow
This is love, don't go
But I scream 'come on... come on'
My iron horse, my train, my ghost companion
'Come on... come on, my iron horse clatter on'
And I feel its heart unwind
And pull me to its gleaming breast
In black flesh
It says 'come on... come on
Never stop clatter on'
The iron horse pumps its stream screaming whistle
8.The Horse Fair
To where... to where
I come to you like an arrow through the night
To where... to where
To the horse fair
Cutting to the breeze
To where... to where
I see the ribbons in her air
To where... to where
To the horse fair
Through the sprong air
And the ribbonbs in her air
To the perfect life of a distant mind
To where... to where
These picture-book scenes
And wild seas
To where... to where
To nowhere
To the horse fair
And the ribbons on her air
From nowhere
Through blissful black nothing
Like no one to nowhere
To where... to where
A steel slow note
Slow changing low string
To where... to where
To the horse fair
The ribbons in her air
But I am the blck arrow
That flies through the night
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