lady and the kite
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Lady and the KiteAuthor(s): Dennis MoranSource: Notre Dame English Journal, Vol. 4, No. 1 (Winter, 1968), pp. 35-36Published by: The University of Notre DameStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/40066444 .
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Lady and the Kite
Dennis Moran
As any boy might do when young, I spent my February days Enchanted by my dreams, but strung Along the string of some small kite, And placed myself in simple lays That honored me as Arthur1 s knight.
Yet never did my paper craft Attain the Camelot I sought. Instead it rose and dove half daft As if controlled by other hands That mocked the tale that I had wrought And wished to break my dreamy strands.
So I dismissed my craft of dreams As something foolish boys attempt And turned to young men's courting schemes. But once upon a^ blue March day It happened just as I had dreamt When I was still a boy at play.
It seemed so weird that wind would change And suddenly befriend my lot When there was nothing new or strange Except the maiden at my side, And yet that day to Camelot These other hands beckoned me to ride.
Though I know nothing of the art Surely kites must also need From maids that have this special heart All dressed in blue so warm and soft That touch of love that I received To send such crafts of dreams aloft.
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ti a geffy y kyfarws a not to dy benn ath dauawt, hyt y sych gwynt, hyt y gwlych glaw, hyt y treigyl heul -
solemn as once a year gold as their gifts frankincense 6c myrrh lonely wisemen journey
winfd us children breath of your mouth water of your tongue crib to crypt slowly a 'morrow to blow
dry as wind might wet as rain could sun turn round only crib to crypt gold 6c wine tongue and mouth a 'morrow to blow
songs we shall sing
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"honey -wind" (May 10th, '68)
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