Monday, March 30, 2015

Listening to "Layla"

Seven decades old today
And years away from Cream,
Eric Clapton, on guitar,
Will always reign supreme.

Listening to “Layla,”
I’m amazed it sounds so fresh,
Like the man himself were standing here
Before me, in the flesh.

A rocker keeps on rocking
Often to the crowd’s lament
But in Clapton’s case, quite clearly,
Time has barely made a dent!

1 comment:

  1. very nice! here's one that covers the same ground:

    On Sitting Down to Listen to "Layla" Once Again
    (after Keats' "On Sitting Down to Read 'King Lear' Once Again")

    O silver-fluted guitar wizards, with magic strings!
    Blonde-haired master, brother Duane!
    The notes from your fingers like silver rain,
    While your partner in harmony such a song sings:
    Derek; on this record this name he brings
    To holy musicians the rhapsody that once again
    Rises like ethereal angels unchained.
    The heavely bell that with golden peal rings:
    I am transported! As the marriage of piano and guitar,
    Intertwine like lovers in a dream!
    Slowly I return to earth as from a star,
    I want to weep, I want to sing, I want to scream,
    As suffused in a sweetly clinging peace,
    I pray with song's end will never cease.

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