“Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.” — Carl Sandburg, from The Atlantic, March 1923.
Thanks John. I love discovering new (to me) music and bands! I agree, the song is pure poetry and the haunting melody sings straight to my soul. ?
Posthumous thanks for all the likes from Carl Sandburg.
Cathy, they're called the Low Anthem from Providence Rhode Island and this particular song is 'Charlie Darwin'. I was lucky enough to see them on a tour of the UK. Their lyrics are pure poetry:
Set the sails, I feel the winds a'stirring
Towards the bright horizon set the way
Cast your reckless dreams upon our Mayflower
The haven from the world and her decay
Who could heed the words of Charlie Darwin
Fighting for a system built to fail
Spooning water from the broken vessels
As far as I can see, there is no land
Oh my god
The water's all around us
Oh my god, it's all around
Who could heed the words of Charlie Darwin
Lords of war just profit from decay
And trade the children's promise for the jingle
The way we trade our hard earned time for pay.
Love this quote. ❤️ Thanks for sharing. What’s the name of that beautiful song?
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John Marks
Sun 11th Oct 2020 22:12
My pleasure Cathy. Write on!
I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, dead at 30