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in Franklin County 413 - 43690 | in Franklin County 413 - 43690 | ||
Words for a Season [[in black ink]] (for Wystan) | Words for a Season [[in black ink]] (for Wystan) Wellspring | ||
O bells that tell of a Word, | O bells that tell of a Word, | ||
may your music be heard | may your music be heard To quench our summer third we went | ||
and may your mythic Child | and may your mythic Child beyond the barn to the brimming tub | ||
relate to every hope-hungry man | relate to every hope-hungry man and put our mouths to a mirrored sky | ||
the logical good of your plan! | the logical good of your plan! in turn with pasture animals. | ||
O word, and all clear words on white, | O word, and all clear words on white, We simply accepted the icy flow | ||
like tracks of birds | like tracks of birds of water piped from uphill source | ||
on drifting heathen snow, | on drifting heathen snow, to overflow that cedar tub | ||
please guide our going as we go | please guide our going as we go year after year, nor ice nor drought | ||
from season to unknown season | from season to unknown season nor death nor taxes would slacken it. | ||
through climates of untamed reason, | through climates of untamed reason, | ||
wandering in the wilderness of | wandering in the wilderness of Sometimes we eased our burning bodies | ||
lesser words than love . | lesser words than love . into that moss-furred tub, sometimes | ||
we scraped it free of moss and rust; | |||
[[written in black ink]] 1954 | [[written in black ink]] 1954 but ever it refilled like faith | ||
as we lowered our lips to earth's clear blood, | |||
Home | Home sipping the farm for future strength | ||
[[written in black ink]] JUNE '85 | |||
1. | 1. | ||
Centered in this woodland hamlet | Centered in this woodland hamlet All Praise | ||
Our clipboard cottage looks through trees | Our clipboard cottage looks through trees | ||
at Niebunts' dove-coted house where Eliot, | at Niebunts' dove-coted house where Eliot, All praise to highland Heath | ||
Auden, Spender and peers indulged weekends | Auden, Spender and peers indulged weekends so pure beneath the moving clouds. | ||
of words. | of words. a place of timbered slopes | ||
and tumbling streams, high capital | |||
The past is a cogent antique here, | The past is a cogent antique here, of loggers, with space for the arts! | ||
the future an uncomputed fantasy | the future an uncomputed fantasy | ||
as I revel in present family, and hobnob | as I revel in present family, and hobnob Refuge of wildlife, professors' retreat! | ||
with accomplished ghosts. | with accomplished ghosts. | ||
Come view our clover meadows, green | |||
2. | 2. beyond stockades of history, | ||
where condos will not block our logging roads | |||
These wooden walls and wide-eye windows, | These wooden walls and wide-eye windows, nor cheapen our fine colonial homes, | ||
these wide-plank floors beneath our feet, | these wide-plank floors beneath our feet, nor industry darken our snowy hills | ||
these doors that stare at facing doors | these doors that stare at facing doors nor blacken our blue-berried heights. | ||
this roof that fends the wind, the snow and rain--- | this roof that fends the wind, the snow and rain--- | ||
We call it Home, this mortgaged muse's manse! | We call it Home, this mortgaged muse's manse! Let the young as well as the old | ||
come here in faith, like deer that cross | |||
O pert toyhouse on a puritan hill, | O pert toyhouse on a puritan hill, new roads toward old plots | ||
last stop, snugbox, embrace us until | last stop, snugbox, embrace us until of wild apple trees, | ||
earth clods drum down upon the lid! | earth clods drum down upon the lid! acquiring new traits of life | ||
in our ancient highland Heath. | |||
[[in black ink]] 1981-1985 | [[in black ink]] 1981-1985 [[written in black ink]] June ' 85 | ||
c[[with circle around it]] [[typed]] Charles H. Miller | |||
Latest revision as of 02:47, 22 July 2023
pamphlet with poems upright on bottom side and pamphlet at a right angle above poems
MOHAWK TRAIL CONCERTS
presents
A FAMILY CONCERT
CELEBRATING THE BICENTENNIAL
of the
TOWN OF HEATH
MASSACHUSETTS
image within a circle of two houses adjacent to each other with a single tree between them, a forest behind them written in black ink to the left of the image Jack, Hope you like the poems - they were very loud and it was a SRO affair. Very fun! C.
Music from 1785, 1885, and 1985
in italics including a new piece by Arnold Black for a text of Charles Miller
Robert Bonfiglio italicsHarmonica David Smith italics Tenor The Gather Round Singers and an Ensemble of Mohawk Trail Concerts Artists SATURDAY, JUNE 25TH, 1985 HEATH UNION CHURCH 7:30 P.M. italics $4.00: $2.00 Seniors/16 and under
italics Funded in part by the italics For tickets and further information National Endowment for the Arts MOHAWK TRAIL CONCERTS The Mass. Council for the Arts & Humanities BOX 843 and the Business Fund for the Arts GREENFIELD, MA 01302 in Franklin County 413 - 43690
Words for a Season in black ink (for Wystan) Wellspring O bells that tell of a Word, may your music be heard To quench our summer third we went and may your mythic Child beyond the barn to the brimming tub relate to every hope-hungry man and put our mouths to a mirrored sky the logical good of your plan! in turn with pasture animals.
O word, and all clear words on white, We simply accepted the icy flow like tracks of birds of water piped from uphill source on drifting heathen snow, to overflow that cedar tub please guide our going as we go year after year, nor ice nor drought from season to unknown season nor death nor taxes would slacken it. through climates of untamed reason, wandering in the wilderness of Sometimes we eased our burning bodies lesser words than love . into that moss-furred tub, sometimes
we scraped it free of moss and rust;
written in black ink 1954 but ever it refilled like faith
as we lowered our lips to earth's clear blood,
Home sipping the farm for future strength
written in black ink JUNE '85 1.
Centered in this woodland hamlet All Praise Our clipboard cottage looks through trees at Niebunts' dove-coted house where Eliot, All praise to highland Heath Auden, Spender and peers indulged weekends so pure beneath the moving clouds. of words. a place of timbered slopes
and tumbling streams, high capital
The past is a cogent antique here, of loggers, with space for the arts! the future an uncomputed fantasy as I revel in present family, and hobnob Refuge of wildlife, professors' retreat! with accomplished ghosts.
Come view our clover meadows, green
2. beyond stockades of history,
where condos will not block our logging roads
These wooden walls and wide-eye windows, nor cheapen our fine colonial homes, these wide-plank floors beneath our feet, nor industry darken our snowy hills these doors that stare at facing doors nor blacken our blue-berried heights. this roof that fends the wind, the snow and rain--- We call it Home, this mortgaged muse's manse! Let the young as well as the old
come here in faith, like deer that cross
O pert toyhouse on a puritan hill, new roads toward old plots last stop, snugbox, embrace us until of wild apple trees, earth clods drum down upon the lid! acquiring new traits of life
in our ancient highland Heath.
in black ink 1981-1985 written in black ink June ' 85
cwith circle around it typed Charles H. Miller