Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DAWN-STAR MAIDEN AND THE HONEY BLOSSOM BLUES, by CHARLES R. MURPHY First Line: Sing us a dance in jazz-land numbers Last Line: Dance the honey-blossom blues! Subject(s): Blues (music); Jazz; Music & Musicians | ||||||||
Sing us a dance in jazz-land numbers Of the honey-blossom blues! Dance us a song of the Dawn-Star Girl When the high noon slumbers In the meadows of remembrance And the slow angels twirl; In the meadows of remembrance Sing the honey-blossom blues. The hour of her advancing Is perilous with light, For the swiftness of the glancing Of her silver shoes of night Has stilled the angels' dancing To the quietness of trees In the meadows of remembrance Where our hearts are honey-bees. The measure of her dancing Is the measure of the world; Cities gather, nations wonder As her starry feet are twirled; And the flower of her dancing Is the blossom of the dawn -- Is a honey-suckle blossom In the meadows of the dawn. In the meadows of remembrance Star-dawn and glinting shoes -- In the meadows of remembrance Dance the honey-blossom blues! Oh sun-flower thought, Oh wind on-rushing, Beauty half-caught, Dawn-star flushing. Oh mesa of our longing where our skyey dreams have fled, Oh rocks of vanished thunder on horizons of the dead, Oh child born dreaming of the dances yet to be, Oh swift thoughts clustered in the godhead of a tree, Oh tiny rootlets grasping the darkness of the sod, Oh sheen of blossom-music from the carillons of God! She is land beyond all rivers, She is children gone to bed, She is life that pays forever, She is wisdom of the dead, She is dust that is life spoken, She is rustling of wings, She is sinking hands of sunset, She is what the dawn-star sings, She is homelessness of beauty, She is sunlight searching graves, An everlasting wonder And the peace that each man craves In the meadows of remembrance When the honey-humming bees Rouse the murmur: "Death is worship, death is worship" In the Quaker hearts of trees. Oh sun-flower thought, Oh wind on-rushing, Beauty half-caught, Dawn-star flushing. Oh Dawn-star maiden With feet star-laden, In the meadows of remembrance Dance the honey-blossom blues! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINER NOTES TO AN IMAGINARY PLAYLIST by TERRANCE HAYES VARIATIONS: 13 by CONRAD AIKEN BELIEVE, BELIEVE by BOB KAUFMAN ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE POWER OF MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES ALL THINGS FLOW by CHARLES R. MURPHY |
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