A Bird In The House (with Joanne Cooper) - 09/08/18 08:13 PM
A Bird In The House
A song about the American poet Emily Dickinson. Joanne Cooper singing.
Style is _AIRHARP.STY (Airy Celtic Harp Trio)
RealTracks in style: ~2483:Bass, Acoustic, Bowed HeldSimple Ev 085
RealTracks in style: 2870:Piano, Acoustic, Rhythm CelticAirDave Ev 085
RealTracks in style: 2820:Harp, Rhythm ClassicalSlow8ths Ev 085
RealTracks in song: 2457:StringQuartet PopChamber Ev 085
A Bird In The House
when I was a boy
I lived where skylarks hid their nests
word spinning walking home
safe from the goblins of Amherst
father in his wilderness
always in awe wondering
which rapture to suppress
when I was a girl
they sorted starched up young ladies
by degrees of salvation
at Mount Holyoke Seminary
they called me a no-hoper
avoiding evangelism
I stayed indoors
there`s a bird in the house
learning to be still
the mill wheel creaks she turns her head
follows the whippoorwill
when I was a poet
I lived as a woman for a week
not being seen I found
the courage to speak
a suitor came he was too beautiful
I left him on the stairs where
my love would never cool
there`s a bird in the house
learning to be still
the millwheel creaks she turns her head
follows the whippoorwill
singing her way out
down a dark secret brook
your understanding intrudes
the pages of her book
there`s a bird in the house
© Robert Cordrey May 2018
A song about the American poet Emily Dickinson. Joanne Cooper singing.
Style is _AIRHARP.STY (Airy Celtic Harp Trio)
RealTracks in style: ~2483:Bass, Acoustic, Bowed HeldSimple Ev 085
RealTracks in style: 2870:Piano, Acoustic, Rhythm CelticAirDave Ev 085
RealTracks in style: 2820:Harp, Rhythm ClassicalSlow8ths Ev 085
RealTracks in song: 2457:StringQuartet PopChamber Ev 085
A Bird In The House
when I was a boy
I lived where skylarks hid their nests
word spinning walking home
safe from the goblins of Amherst
father in his wilderness
always in awe wondering
which rapture to suppress
when I was a girl
they sorted starched up young ladies
by degrees of salvation
at Mount Holyoke Seminary
they called me a no-hoper
avoiding evangelism
I stayed indoors
there`s a bird in the house
learning to be still
the mill wheel creaks she turns her head
follows the whippoorwill
when I was a poet
I lived as a woman for a week
not being seen I found
the courage to speak
a suitor came he was too beautiful
I left him on the stairs where
my love would never cool
there`s a bird in the house
learning to be still
the millwheel creaks she turns her head
follows the whippoorwill
singing her way out
down a dark secret brook
your understanding intrudes
the pages of her book
there`s a bird in the house
© Robert Cordrey May 2018