Music Playlist: Chapter Three, The Secret of Forgotten Stars

Dearest Poetry Nappers,

Please relish and delight in the poetry of the lyrics and the extraordinary music of these sterling songwriters and musicians from the music playlist from Poetry Nap · Chapter Three, The Secret of Forgotten Stars.

Surreally, ethereally, and really yours,

Lady & Lord Dosis

SONNETT XVI · by Pablo Neruda

I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
of the multiplying universe.

Your wide eyes are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations;
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through rain.

Your hips were that much more of the moon for me;
your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,

was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
you—compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.

WE Two, How Long We Were Fool'd · by Uncle Walt Whitman

WE two, how long we were fool'd,
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes,
We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return,
We become plants, trunks, foliage, roots, bark,
We are bedded in the ground, we are rocks,
We are oaks, we grow in the openings side by side,
We browse, we are two among the wild herds spontaneous as
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together,
We are what locust blossoms are, we drop scent around lanes
mornings and evenings,
We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals,
We are two predatory hawks, we soar above and look down,
We are two resplendent suns, we it is who balance ourselves orbic
and stellar, we are as two comets,
We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods, we spring on
We are two clouds forenoons and afternoons driving overhead,
We are seas mingling, we are two of those cheerful waves rolling
over each other and interwetting each other,
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious,
We are snow, rain, cold, darkness, we are each product and
influence of the globe,
We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again, we
We have voided all but freedom and all but our own joy.

YES! THIS DAMN UNIVERSE! · by Michael McClure

An ever-flowing, eternal, closed up,
open system—a dial of vibratory flows
from end to front—a technicolor timeless object—
of growing energy that fantasizes self.
(Amoeba daydreams Metazoa.
Helium imagines Milky Way!
Or start from either end.)
When it all begins

My Hands · by Octavio Paz

My hands
Open the curtains of your being
Clothe you in a further nudity
Uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
Invent another body for your body

The Real Secret of the Forgotten Stars · by Lady Dosis

Stardust and sunlight
Bright essence of luminous
fleshy miracles

You forget

I see

You blazing glorious rays
of sleek skin and satin
Looking to me from soft eyes
of earth-minds

You will shine
as bright as the brightest star
illuminating skies
from interstellar cloud to
galactic stars
nourishing creation
nourishing the universe
Mirroring light
from ancient waters to plasmatic seas.

Return to your radiant element,
my dear Earth wanderers,
the pale blue dot awaits
in the belly of the great mystery

Forget not,
You are
Ancient Cosmic Stardust
Remember yourself
And we will remember you

Ghost Tantra 61 · by Michael McClure

sharnagtreii greee say-oornake dann thay siteee got,
thy dooombreethe ooh ah toww, toww. Oooh ezz ayee.
Oh I call for thee to rise out of me . . .
But no need, no need, thy fleshwarm
and technicolor, sleep sleek, sweet smelling,
breasted soft thighed pleasance, more than more
abound thah noohr rhoon oogweshk loooh vye
thou, thow yeer drahooeth, grahrrgooo. Rooosh
oosweed softer thah noh ah hoor seeted thah
steeped nah oh hooreeze rydeen.

This is It · by James Broughton

This is It
and I am It
and You are It
and so is That
and He is It
and She is It
and It is It
and That is That

Oh It is This
and It is Thus
and It is Them
and It is Us
and It is Now
and here It is
and here We are
so This is It

Moonlanding · by Lady Dosis

Weightless in the smooth, crisp curvature
Of muscles and mass
Movement and measure
Swirling sounds of moments long ago
Breathing rays of echoed moonlight
From the splendor of past’s future
Arrives the crisp newness of now

The Gardener of Eden · by James Broughton

I am the old dreamer who never sleeps
I am timekeeper of the timeless dance
I preserve the long rhythms of the earth
and fertilize the rounds of desire

In my evergreen arboretum
I raise flowering hopes for the world
I plant seeds of perennial affection
and wait for their passionate bloom

Would you welcome that sight if you saw it?
Revalue the view you have lost?
Could you wake to the innocent morning
and follow the risks of your heart?

Every day I grow a dream in my garden
where the beds are laid out for love
When will you come to embrace it
and join in the joy of the dance?