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The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes


I went back to the Renascence poem posted earlier, taken from YouTube. Turns out this same reader is covering all kinds of poems. Here is another, a favorite poem from when I was a teenager.

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Never a favorite poem of mine, but here's a version that is sublime, by Loreena McKennitt:

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Yes, the McKennit cover is nice. I confess, my friend, sometimes I want the unadorned voice, alone and by itself. Music can punctuate. But it can also falsify the case. I remember a late night in '77. It was a diner, a real diner car in Providence R.I., which was the home of diners. I was a restaurant manager getting a late night or early morning breakfast after closing the restaurant. There was this beautiful boy, a student. Maybe he was at Brown or maybe at RISDI. He stood up out of his booth, either drunk or possessed. He proceeded to recite the whole of the Highwayman poem, and unaccompanied. The rowdy diner of students and late night workers fell silent. The waitresses stopped taking orders and the line cook stopped barking out. And when the boy finished off Bess and her robber he fell silent, sat back down. Not a sound in the diner car. Not a sound. Night punctuated by a poem.

I just realized something. This boy and Noyes, that night, might have had a gifted audience. And in a hard-bitten, closing down, post-industrial, and depressed city.

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Here is the voice of Noyes himself.

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And another cover.

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Another cover. Then finally this:

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I am making a point some will get, most poets will not.

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let's blame my fever-mind for this and 2 yrs isn't such a long time really ... well, depends on what's happening but this, what you describe happening at that diner ...

is Pure Magic ....

such utterly spontaneous giving and receiving ... everyone in that place creating Art from a crazy downbeat situation; yeah, that's why the Dark can't really destroy anything but itself ...

sorry, just had to say ...



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Yes, the McKennit cover is nice. I confess, my friend, sometimes I want the unadorned voice, alone and by itself. Music can punctuate. But it can also falsify the case. I remember a late night in '77. It was a diner, a real diner car in Providence R.I., which was the home of diners. I was a restaurant manager getting a late night or early morning breakfast after closing the restaurant. There was this beautiful boy, a student. Maybe he was at Brown or maybe at RISDI. He stood up out of his booth, either drunk or possessed. He proceeded to recite the whole of the Highwayman poem, and unaccompanied. The rowdy diner of students and late night workers fell silent. The waitresses stopped taking orders and the line cook stopped barking out. And when the boy finished off Bess and her robber he fell silent, sat back down. Not a sound in the diner car. Not a sound. Night punctuated by a poem.

I just realized something. This boy and Noyes, that night, might have had a gifted audience. And in a hard-bitten, closing down, post-industrial, and depressed city.

Tere



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Thank you, Daisy, for resurrecting this old thread. I love that that diner scene from 35 years ago comes through for you and what it brings you to. As much as anything else it was that poem, first read in high school, that turned me to an unrepentent, criminal life of poetry. Story goes that Noyes made the poem in angry protest against a contemporary of his. He did not care for Eliot's The Wasteland. He felt the effects of Eliot's poem would be pernicious and decided to show how it should be done. not that it metters. Just a fine poem.

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