Luke & Paddy.  

rm_emerald6912 50M
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1/24/2006 4:24 am

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Luke & Paddy.

Today, as I went about my daily work. I passed by a statue of the poet Patrick Kavanagh, along the grand canal in Dublin. Its a pleasant part of the city, with the dulcet calm that all canals seem to possess. I was in a melancholy mood, a mood that I quite enjoy, that bittersweet feel of something good or perhaps bad just around the corner.

As I walked further along the canal, I passed a place called Dartmouth Square. Where the singer Luke Kelly lived for a number of years. I started to recollect a collaboration, of sorts, between the two artists. Kelly singing and recording Kavanagh's poem, 'On Raglan Road', a beautiful poem of love lost. The air of the tune put to the poem, was taken from a ballad called 'The Dawning of the Day'.

Kavanagh was from Monaghan, Kelly was a Dubliner. Both liked their pints, traditional !.

The following is a quote from Luke Kelly, concerning the birth of this collaboration.

'I was sitting in a pub in Dublin, The Bailey, and as you know in the old days - it's changed a bit now - it was known as a literary pub, an artistic pub. I happened to be sitting there in the same company with Patrick Kavanagh and one or two other poets, and someone asked him to recite a poem, which he did, and then someone asked me to sing a song which I did. Being in the presence of the great man I was very nervous. Then he leaned over to me and said in that sepulchral voice of his - he could hardly get his voice out, he was very old ... it was just the year before he died - and he said 'You should sing my song,' and I said 'What's that, Mr Kavanagh?' and he said 'Raglan Road''. So he gave me permission. I got permission from the man himself.

I have copied the poem here, hope you may enjoy it. If you ever get the oppurtunity to hear Kelly sing these words, I'm sure you'll find a beautiful rendition of such a sad, yet an uplifting poem.

On Raglan Road of an Autumn day
I saw her first and knew,
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might someday rue.
I saw the danger and I passed
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 a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion play.
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay;
Oh, 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 signs,
That's known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone.
And her words and tint without stint
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,
And away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow.
That I had loved, not as I should
A creature made of clay,
When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
His wings at the dawn of day.

Copyright (c) 1964 Patrick Kavanagh

Sulabula 46F
12659 posts
1/24/2006 11:42 am

Lovely...Didn't realise it was a poem tho...guess I always associated Luke kelly with singing it..

Sula xxx

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rm_gata11459 59F
10597 posts
1/24/2006 4:37 pm

beautiful xoxo gata

Peace xxx K

rm_emerald6912 50M
545 posts
1/30/2006 5:17 pm

Sula, yeah i think almost all of us know it primarily from the song.

Gata, thats the only word that sums it up for me.

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