Long Tabor Poems

Song from Aella: Under the Willow Tree, or, Minstrel's Song
by Thomas Chatterton, age 17 or younger
modernization/translation by Michael R. Burch

MYNSTRELLES SONGE ("MINSTREL'S SONG")

O! sing unto my roundelay,
O! drop the briny tear with me,
Dance no more...

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There was at one time a woman judge named Deborah.
She lived in the high land between Bethel and Ramah.
This wife of Lappidoth held court under some great palms.
Ephraim was the place where she would settle...

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Wall to Wall a rich texture of beige and ivory
Door to Door the throat closing color of unripe green
Floors heavy metal wielding concrete from block to block
From the phosphorescent radio signal sifting cell light
To the...

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Anon! The shadow chilled, mimikri and frosted with domineering dogma.

Thou wast trying escape and melt with thy magna carta.

The shadow was asking thee about crossroad and miniatur epic.

Who always doth fighting versus tyrannical peasant of...

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oooo ah, This man called Peter?
It is I, did he not hear the Master?
He doesn't need to prove any point
but he was with Him on the mount

At Tabor a while ago, him a fisher
Suddenly applied...

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Every morning and evening, I happen to watch parrots, 
A pandemonium always adorns my guava tree;
Each parrot seems unique, having its very quaint merits,
Like angelic souls, they seem in physique and psyche free...!

What a strong...

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Pretty, tawny, tabby Tabor 
purring   snuggler,
full of  curiosity and play 
He saw the door ajar for a fast getaway
His golden eyes gleamed
Jail break; as he dreamed


Ditching out as fast as a jet
The...

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We boarded the soulful train at birth.
We grasp our family will be our vassal.
Both of our parents will starve to death.
No one escorted us toward the gravel. 

Our parents will debark from the train later....

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As I gaze into her fascinating twin round beautiful black pearl
           eyes I see the light of freedom and the might of power in the...

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Lord, bless us with rain for our fields and crops
Tiny pin drops of water in the dark
Gentle tippy toe taps as opposed to clops
Soaking while receiving no blighted mark

Enkindling life, new growth, greenery moire
Strengthening rootstalk...

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Honesty is our soul
Our work is coking coal
Midst coarse iron foundries
And steel mill boundaries
We live, love, and labor
Sing, dance, and play tabor...!

Though coal dust pollution,
Finds little dilution
We in England's Midlands
Sleep and wake on coal sands
Bobowler,...

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The house on Basin Street has a back yard dressed in Eleanor Tabor.
           Front yard, Sonata Spring.
They called this curb appeal.
    ...

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