domingo, 8 de marzo de 2015

Raglan Road

Patrick Cavanagh escribió "On Raglan Road" en 1946. Años después, Luke Kelly, de los Dublineses, musicó el poema sobre la base de una canción tradicional irlandesa "The dawning of the day" (Fáinne Geal an Lae). El resto es historia: Los Dublineses, Sinéad O,Connor, Billy Bragg, Joan Osborne, Loreena McKennitt, Roger Daltrey, Mark Knopfler y muchos más la han cantado. 

A mí me gusta mucho la versión de Van Morrison con los Chieftains, aunque confieso que la de Luke Kelly es también maravillosa.

El poema de Kavanagh es muy bello

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay -
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay -
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.

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