Morning at From the Ground Up
after Tom Montag’s “Lines for January 10”
Above the subzero gusts
casting handfuls of grainy snow
against the coffee shop’s windows,
this flowing-floating voice lifts
one last long-held note,
and faces downturned over
the day’s news tilt upward—all
suddenly alive with an inner light,
drifting off on the sun-dappled water
of Linda Ronstadt’s “Blue Bayou”.
***
What's that poem with the line "so many she-faces", Ed? Can't recall. Wait till 2 a.m. or so.<br /><br />My dictionary says "handfuls" for the plural, but in any case, that's the way we say it here in the Wild West….<br /><br />Now back on Blue Bayou… I dunno….
got her very first lp<br />somewhere<br /><br />I think it s next to Judy Henske<br /><br />those WHERE the days<br />my friend<br />i thought<br />they'd NEVER end<br /><br />….<br />and<br /><br />not to pick nits<br />but isn't it<br /><br />"handsful" rather than "handfuls" ?<br /><br />now<br />here also<br /><br />it is drift off into her … rhythms<br /><br
It's funny—until I heard Ronstadt's version yesterday, Orbison's was my favorite. The fact that he wrote it makes a difference, for some reason. But oh my, Linda Ronstadt arrived and stole my heart, especially with that last redemptive note….
Joseph,<br /><br />your "Morning at From the Ground Up" is a wonderful evocation of a place and a state.<br /><br />But I prefer Roy Orbison's "Blue Bayou": who reaches those beautiful altos better?