"A Wooded Path in Autumn" by H. A. Brendekilde‘Leaf in Fall’ and Other Poetry by David Francis The Society June 21, 2019 Beauty, Love Poems, Poetry 3 Comments Leaf in Fall I feel hard without my love at my side; she is the part of me that lacks the soft buoyancy that rounds and bears me aloft into the spring sky mirrored in the tide… without her I wear my own prickly hide, itch in it like wool that cannot be doffed, or worse, am stark naked as if I’ve sloughed in this rude world my best friend and my guide. Lady, do not withhold your softening grace and cause me more than pain: for winter’s near, and why should either of us have to face the weakened sun when our warmth could erase the chill: isn’t that part of why we’re here? Answer for pity’s sake. I am sincere. Testimony Yes, I used to go into the city to a certain all-night café to write, walk down the steps into its lurid light past hooded night owls and club girls pretty until, finding a table to fit me, I tried to do what I do best despite and owing to the loud and gaudy sight: to extract from babel something witty. How different the new actuality from that I imagined back in those days – tonight with the best friend I’ve ever known, in our own private principality, sated and contemptuous of the world’s ways, Saturday night we spend, we two, alone. David Francis has produced six albums of songs, one of poems, and “Always/Far,” a chapbook of lyrics and drawings. In addition, he has written and directed the films “Village Folksinger” (2013) and “Memory Journey” (2018). His poetry and stories have appeared in a number of journals and anthologies. www.davidfrancismusic.com Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Paul June 21, 2019 You feel hard without your love at your side? And without her you wear your own prickly hide – and are stark naked? This begs some comment I’m having trouble putting my pregnant finger quite on. Reply C.B. Anderson June 21, 2019 David was stretching the imagination here, and good for him! But some of his elocutions seem to have gone a bit awry. The “You feel hard” bit sounds rather salacious, which is just fine in contemporary songs, but somewhat off-color in other contexts. I hope your pregnant finger will soon bear issue. Reply C.B. Anderson June 21, 2019 Well, yes, Paul. These are more like song lyrics than actual poems. When writing lyrics for songs, it is presumed that the words can be stretched or shrunk to fit the tune. And, indeed, there are few clues in either poem to suggest a regular meter. The meter in poetry and the meter in music are not isomorphic, which is to say that one cannot map one onto the other. You can add words to music, but in poetry the music is an emergent property of the words. I hope that makes sense. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.