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Prayer at the Gate
04:14
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As childhood died the old year
made The Soldier reappear.
The ash embowered night and day
as at the gate she prayed;
Wyman, am I worthy?
Speak your wordle to me,
and drisk shrouded in its cloak
holway, river, brook and oak.
All souls under Orlam’s reign
made passage for the born again.
So look behind and look before
at life a-knocking at death’s door
and teake towards your dark haired Lord
forever bleeding with The Word.
So look before and look behind
at life and death all innertwined
and teake towards your dark haired Lord
forever bleeding with The Word.
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2. |
Autumn Term
03:20
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Aish trees gave their keys,
yet none will set me free.
The woody nightshade drooped her beads
an’ bade,Come feed on these.
*
Look behind yourself, red eyed
’gainst the wilder-mist to what you’ll find
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I ascend three steps to hell.
The school bus heaves up the hill
The sloey spears on Witches Mead
cussed, Come and lean on these!
*
Look behind yourself, red eyed
’gainst the wilder-mist to what you’ll find
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3. |
Lwonesome Tonight
03:48
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Hark the greening of the eth
Curl-ed ferns yet to uncurl
Hark the zingen of the birds
Gurrel yearns yet to un-girl
Beech and aller, woak and birch,
Biddle, bull-head, squirrel’s drey
Willow, aspen, elder, larch,
Soldier-King on Maundy day
In her satchel, Pepsi fizz,
Peanut-and-banana sandwiches
For this man her shepherd is.
Parts her bready-lips:
Are you Elvis? Are you God?
Jesus sent to win my trust?
Love Me Tender are his words,
As I have loved you, soyou must...
Thrice she draws her lips to kiss
Mouthing for his mouth in vain
Thrice her lwonesome kisses miss
My love, will you come back again?
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4. |
Seem an I
03:06
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Bedraggled angels blethered
across Eleven Acres
as belling from the bwoneyard
a-rangled round the archet
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Her fingernails a-ripped
from hauling clay-filled fists
out of the river’s edges
for pots with happy voices
Conzum-ed with twanketen
that’s only eased by scratching
whisp-words slim as thistles
or a sickly chicken’s whistles
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Seem an I a childhood
of quartere’il and wormwood
of not-friends running nowhere
of vog a-veiling elsewhere
Till in the vaulted barn
queer-lit by dummet zun
she knew herself a vessel
fit for a different wordle
where footsteps must be lwone
and barefoot upon stones
and the northwind’s ever-host
gives edges to the ghosts
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Seem an I a childhood
of quartere’il and wormwood
of not-friends running nowhere
of vog a-veiling elsewhere
of mother’s voice not-calling
of corrugated iron
of devil’s birds and whiskey
of chilver hogs and fleecy
and nuts I could not reapy
and nuts I could not reapy
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5. |
The Nether-edge
03:17
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All Souls
04:21
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9. |
I Inside the Old I Dying
03:08
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10. |
August
02:41
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11. |
A Child's Question, July
03:02
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12. |
A Noiseless Noise
03:57
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PJ Harvey London, UK
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