Sunday, December 18, 2005

Zappa and Sir Walter Raleigh?!

My mom didn't like the Robert Service poem I recently posted. She said it was too dreary. I agree, what with all that spitting out teeth and scurvy and robbing graves. So here's a travel poem I hope will be more to her liking. It's got, to use a Frank Zappa inspired spelling, "re-lij-urmus" overtones to it, so should please my holy rollin' kith and kin.

By the way, the "re-lijurmus (and prestigimus) referencerino is from "Brown Moses" on Zappa's Thingfish album. Not for the faint of heart or sensitive souls.

But ol' dead and gone Sir Walter Raleigh's no blasphemin' foo.

So wid' out furdah ado.

Sir Walter Raleigh. 1552–1618

"His Pilgrimage"

GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet,

My staff of faith to walk upon,

My scrip of joy, immortal diet,

My bottle of salvation,

My gown of glory, hope's true gage; 5

And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

Blood must be my body's balmer;

No other balm will there be given:

Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer,

Travelleth towards the land of heaven; 10

Over the silver mountains,

Where spring the nectar fountains;

There will I kiss

The bowl of bliss;

And drink mine everlasting fill 15

Upon every milken hill.

My soul will be a-dry before;

But, after, it will thirst no more.

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