Tuesday, July 30, 2013

A Coronach for Niedecker

There’s a livelier shine on the dead 
Leaves of autumn than in this lair 
And many a time my bonny 

Lorine had seen it there.


  1. This follows seamlessly from the last poem. Lorine knew how to look at the leaves and the water and everything alive.

    A beautiful work of mourning.

  2. Music was made to remember... and, it sometimes seems, to mourn...

  3. Indeed, she did, Duncan and she put it all into song so beautifully alive as the ballad RDB gives us of the Earl of Morey--my thanks to you and Tom for sharing your thoughts on this piece.


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