on the shore on the shore
by Fred Osuna
I await, here at Sandymount Strand
There's a stony bed and moistened sand
Couples dance away into futurity
With their dogs upon the shore
Upon the shore
Upon the shore
In a cove of stone I'll sit here, tight
Forseeing your dress, thin, spilling setting light
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I store within my pocket book
My pocket book
My pocket book
In the falling day, my impatient face
I scavenge there for wisdom's trace
The crusts within are less than bread's
So I let out behind a rock
Behind a rock
Behind a rock
You arrive at last to the windy beach
We settle, among boulders, out of reach
Of those who'd mock with piety
Your raised skirt and my pleasure
My great pleasure
My great pleasure
A waltz to the water's edge, a wading in
Splashing while cleansing our mighty sin
In moonlight, unshamed, you turn toward me
Yes you said yes you will Yes
Yes you will Yes
Yes you will Yes
There's a stony bed and moistened sand
Couples dance away into futurity
With their dogs upon the shore
Upon the shore
Upon the shore
In a cove of stone I'll sit here, tight
Forseeing your dress, thin, spilling setting light
Scribbles for future works of poetry
I store within my pocket book
My pocket book
My pocket book
In the falling day, my impatient face
I scavenge there for wisdom's trace
The crusts within are less than bread's
So I let out behind a rock
Behind a rock
Behind a rock
You arrive at last to the windy beach
We settle, among boulders, out of reach
Of those who'd mock with piety
Your raised skirt and my pleasure
My great pleasure
My great pleasure
A waltz to the water's edge, a wading in
Splashing while cleansing our mighty sin
In moonlight, unshamed, you turn toward me
Yes you said yes you will Yes
Yes you will Yes
Yes you will Yes
Interesting form, Fred. Enjoyed the piece.
Thanks for commenting, Sam. I'm glad you got some enjoyment from reading this piece.
I was thinking about what well-known works of literature (or scenes from such works) might look like if they were written as lyrics to a song. That's where the form - loose as it is - came from.
"what well-known works of literature (or scenes from such works) might look like if they were written as lyrics to a song"
Neat idea.
Seems like a combination of both Gertie and Molly, Stephen and Leopold, but I may be off track--decades since I opened Ulysses.
Bill - Yep: Gertie (lifted her dress) and Molly (said Yes). Thanks for your comments and sharp memory.