The Importance
of Music
It takes you down
by the sea
When all you find washes wet and windy,
Untimely, tearfully
on your sunny face;
And hearts, like rocks, were meant for beating
With
waves pure as the briny liquor
That drives fishes
to delight in their own music.
The scales these delicacies care to
wear
Dash out like scarecrows to defend the crop:
There is no action,
the mind is moved
To distraction.
It takes you to the countryside
When all you lose bathes sun and
sunny,
Reflected, cheerfully in your sunny face;
And if hearts are rocks
meant for breaking,
To found a railway
firm as an alien personality
That cuts through green pastures and steams
blue skies
With hissed up tears, pure in their frightful fear
Of being
alone on a one-line track
Taking some to the sea, and others
To destruction.
London, 1985
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