“The nightingales are sobbing in the orchards of our mothers.”

“Song of the Master and Boatswain,” by W. H. Auden

     (a selection from “The Sea and the Mirror”)

At Dirty Dick’s and Sloppy Joe’s
We drank our liquor straight,
Some went upstairs with Margery,
And some, alas, with Kate;
And two by two like cat and mouse
The homeless played at keeping house.

There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor’s Friend,
And Marion, cow-eyed,
Opened their arms to me but I
Refused to step inside;
I was not looking for a cage
In which to mope my old age.

The nightingales are sobbing in
The orchards of our mothers,
And hearts that we broke long ago
Have long been breaking others;
Tears are round, the sea is deep:
Roll them overboard and sleep.

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  1. Hey Eric – just sending a quick hello ! Gotta tell u how impressive your blogging is – in content and quality – awesome work – keep it up – it has an effect n it even motivates me to get my stuff done! Peace David

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    1. Hey there, Alum! Thanks so much for the kind words, man! 🙂 I really do appreciate it. I hope you’re continuing to find all the success you deserve for your creativity and hard work with BeachWitch!

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