Long Carillon Poems

Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan

IN PARIS

Paris bores me no end without you
My heart weighted down with melancholia
The spleen given over to asthenia
Empties its own sense of loss on to...

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 the
parliament of canada    a beautiful high gothic
building     the center piece     the bell tower
victoria tower (1859-1866 to build)   180 feet 
 ...

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Young Ned was only sixteen years old when
they called for the militia to come again,
having warred with the French for three years now,
and raids had terrified the frontier towns.

But Britain needed men to hold the...

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Twittered Via Chilled Wren
At Valley Forge, Pennsylvania

Prior carte blanche to confessing illicit
     extra-marital affair
I embolden tomb ache
     elicit, and baldly bare
faced laid out some
   ...

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Duncan was a young British soldier,
new recruit at fifteen years of age,
a good lad who followed his orders,
he was a fifer who liked to play,
his tunes directed men in the field,
the Blackwatch soldiers who didn’t...

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March 10, 2019 - Daylight Saving Time Starts

The homey nimble storied wisdom of
Benjamin Franklin still
admired during hour time,
especially noteworthy, for slime
molds, the second Sunday of March,
when theft linkedin with

(Ides say) most innocuous crime
re: stealth of...

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seminal squirt didst sanctify 
   an anonymous boulder 
when mercury dipped below 
   hashtag mark registering colder

than usual temperatures circa 
   winter of year 2000 in proximity 
 ...

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Continued from Part 1

The City’s blur? A sepulcher for Christians, Muslims, Jews –
Cathedrals, Temples, vacant now, enshrine their residues,
for churches, mosques and synagogues abide without a bruise.

No cantillation, belfry bells, monastic chants inspire
and Minarets, though...

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You might not remember; it was so long ago.
Our memories devise tricks to flush away pain.
But I walk here in the alleys of remorse
During the darkening final days of the year.

I seek to atone for...

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Thank You for the Music - Coda

Companion on my journey
Abided with me 
In the anthems of delicate dawn -
Mornings of mauve and lilac light,
Octaves of afternoons in amber reflection,
Serenades of slumber’s silver reveries -
The melody...

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                         Bells ringing off and on
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Awakening Perpetually
by Odin Roark

Awakening perpetually knows well
Perfection’s tuning fork disquietude,
Its awareness that any off-key meandering
Can cloud over a caressing sunshine rising,
Sour a dawning’s gardenia fragrance.

One reaches skyward with morning’s extension,
The opening of shuddered windows,
Inviting breezes...

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Maestro – 4-23-24
Dedicated to Dr. Stanley Chapple.  Co-founder of Tanglewood. Conductor of the London Philharmonic.   Head of the Music School University of Washington.  Conductor of the University of Washington Symphony Orchestra....

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The sun on this September afternoon
is not quite what it might have been in June,
but hot enough. My barman’s chatting on,
while somewhere, some lopsided carillon
is clanging tunelessly. I’m in the square
of San Francesco in Arezzo,...

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From the smallest of handbells to bells that are heavy,
bells of all types make a large bevy.

Small bells are often the tinkling kind
like decorative ones in some stores we find.

There are ring-a-ling bells and bells...

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The Carillon

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The roundness of a drop of water
keeps me stuck on spin,
no flat earth could wash so cleanly.

The moon could be hollow,
it rings like a bell when struck.
I study bells and their carved-out emptiness.
I interpret tones...

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Bells

Solitary heart, newborn in brooding silence,
Steps on a cluttered path
Through elms and boughs of broken limbs,
In a pungent, evergreen hush
Absent of astral cacophony 
That falls like mute pennies from wishes,
No buzz nor whirling wings
Disturbs the...

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The firmament's still calm rescinds.
Thrashes out gloomy storm whirlwinds.
Lightening flashes striking on high.
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky.

A funnel forms, living peril.
The atmosphere going feral,
Horrific whirring sings its cry.
Ring out wild bells to...

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AS thy noble corona dilates,
Shucks back its great circle, let
Thy golden mean drip power
Onto the beast whose blameless flesh
Screams humped over,
Lathered like the Levin cracked sky
From whose seed was born
An infant God

Remind me Oh! Sultana
Whose...

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Have you seen the fireflies?
They dance with glee
for all to see.
They brighten the dusk and darkness flees
the brilliance of their symphony.

Have you heard the crickets’ song?
They chant with delight
all through the night.
They celebrate twilight and...

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Orphan - Outcast

Orphan – outcast –
 Cast out on a cold night
Looks through crystal windows
At a gala –
Shut out with a 
 Stamp of banish
   Crimson mark
    Pizzicatos of dishonor...

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Evening Quarters

And far away across the fields
the tolling of the iron bell
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken 
magic spell.
Sounding out to loneliness
soothing whispers to bereaved.
Grace confirmed by carillon
they live on, who...

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