I Saw You in a Cloud-bank


I saw you in a cloud-bank,
but lost you in the sky.
Your wondrous face too fragile
as winds did buffet by.
Still, memory has such value
unto my searching eyes.
I know that I have lost you
and makes me want to cry.

I heard two morning dove’s song
outside my window sigh
And when the wind did buffet them
they also said ‘goodbye’.
Still, for my missing songsters,
I sense they may return.
But Johnny, I have lost you
and still, the yearning burns.

I know a star in heaven;
And Johnny is his name.
And when I was not heeding
he wandered from our game.
And when the fields are crowded
with baseball players, fine,
I want to be his catcher’s mitt
for he’s a friend of mine.

My story has no moral:
I have a missing friend.
His name I know is Johnny

and yearning never ends.
And when this mournful display,
accompanied with tears
shall meet with my old lover,
I hope it’s he who hears.
Grant that repentance solemn
may seize upon his mind.
Still, hope and consolation
among those fields he finds.

My Inspiration: an Original Emily Dickinson: “I had a guinea golden; I lost it in the sand, And though the sum was simple, And pounds were in the land, Still had it such a value unto my frugal eye that when I could not find it I sat me down to sigh. I had a crimson robin who sang full many a day but when the woods were painted he, too, did fly away. Time brought me other robins,_ their ballads were the same,_Still for my missing troubadour I kept the “house at hame”. I had a star in heaven; One Pleiad was its name,And when I was not heeding It wandered from the same. And though the skies are crowded, And all the night ashine, I do not care about it, Since, none of them are mine. My story has a moral: I have a missing friend,_Pleiad its name, and robin, and guinea in the sand,_And when this mournful ditty, Accompanied with tear, Shall meet the eye of traitor in country far from here. Grant that repentance solemn may seize upon his mind And he no consolation beneath the sun may find.”

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2 Comments on “I Saw You in a Cloud-bank”

  1. Lori Carlson
    April 5, 2015 at 10:16 pm #

    Your rewrite is gorgeous! And I love the poem you chose. I so rarely find poets who rhyme as well as you do… nothing felt forced or contrite. Simply wonderful writing here!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. jacquelinecaseypoetry
    April 6, 2015 at 1:07 pm #

    Thank you so much, Lori. I will be reading what you have to say in the future on your site.

    Like

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