Monday, August 20, 2007

Homage To Eric Clapton

Rating: 5.0
A seed once fell onto English terrain
Where wars had thicked the soil with much blood;
And its roots struck deep into Satan’s brain
On the side where feeling and melody bud.

And it thrust through years like a rebel army
Though deserted by sun and the rain close behind;
And a luthier culled one of its strongest rami
To craft an instrument with Segovia in mind.

Now the southwind spurs its belly, and there rears
Chaliapin, Sinatra, Caruso, all capped
By a song that crowns like cream the milch tree;

And a dark and haggard dryad appears
From a bole and croaks it is Clapton trapped,
And by the soaring topmost branch set free.
Michael Buhagiar
Sulaiman Mohd Yusof 22 April 2008
wonderful tonite.................i shot the sherif.....that guy is a legend
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Theodora Onken 25 August 2007
Love Eric, and i can hear him singing Laila...and i remember with profound sadness his loss of a child from a hotel window! Again, brillant! Theo
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