Saturday, 29 January 2011

Chris Port Blog #67. Premonition

© Chris Port, 2010

I saw him once
at a distance.
I saw nothing
in his clothing
or face to sense
his sad offence.
He disturbed me
The flickering
of a crow’s wing
across the sun
is quickly done.
But a sudden
fear is summoned.
There’s an aura
around horror
and our futures
must obscure us.
When I saw him
I saw nothing.
A man planning
his own hanging?
What can you say?
Are you OK?
Time must move on.
I trust I’m wrong.
But with the damned
I never am.

1 comment:

  1. The Macbeth of love ballads - Gloomy Sunday. Fascinating history to this song. Originally written in 1933, it became known as the "Hungarian Suicide Song" because so many people have been found dead with the song still playing. The singer mourns his lost love and decides to end his life to be with her again...

    Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
    Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
    Little white flowers will never awaken you
    Not when the black coach of sorrow has taken you
    Angels have no thought of ever returning you
    Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
    Gloomy Sunday

    Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
    My heart and I have decided to end it all
    Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad, I know
    Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go
    Death is no dream, for in death I am caressing you
    With the last breath of my heart I'll be blessing you
    Gloomy Sunday

    Dreaming, I was only dreaming

    I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, deep
    Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
    My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
    Gloomy Sunday

    Some of the people who have covered it...

    The original Hungarian Suicide Song... (with dramatic build up)

    Sarah McLachlan cover...