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Elizabeth Delaney Poems
As you were newly born in May I held you first, Sweet Babe. I took you from your Mother`s womb Child of the child I made.
The wild mountains are calling me again. Did I try to cast them off? Those dark blue hills of my youth? I still lyricise about heather,
Colour Me Up
Colour me up, colour me down. Black is black. White is known. Black. The colour of murder, of soul. Black. The mood, thunder, coal.
Comments about Elizabeth Delaney
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
As you were newly born in May
I held you first, Sweet Babe.
I took you from your Mother`s womb
Child of the child I made.
Whilst I, with love was weak and deaf,
My arms a trembling so, Sweet Babe.
You gazed into my eyes and I
Hardly dared draw breath.
I could not know a year was all
The time that you could stay, Sweet Babe.
You gazed into my eyes and then
Silently slipped away.
In May, too cold and dark,
They laid you in the earth, Sweet Babe.
I will see your eyes in mine and hers
Until I last draw breath.