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Deep in the hollow jail Sleeps Lord Randall The mixed voices speak of bread And of sheets that were scarlet and blue are at his head His heart like a cat drowns in a well He thinks of all the girls he will not love He thinks not of the future or of the past Blue lightning spikes the hills above the sea Where Kasa`s ship sets sail for otherwhere There stands the chief with gold on his hair Two fingers thick each link of coiled ore Speaks to his white skinned wife she answers not He hurls his question angry to the gulls His wife strikes her mouth with a skull like sound The bleeding image of her loss revolves above her mind With every line in its design an accusing eye That pierces Kasa`s soul The slaves row on beneath the dragon flag His heart recoils recall his red-haired son Beneath the burning walls that he razed down His wife and he speak not as wine is brought A cup that seethes like the black blood of wolves His wife`s dagger is hidden in her dress He drinks joyless to a dark sleep The gaoler bangs the iron door Lord Randall wakes in pain He shakes his shackles in the beaten gloom The blood of his wounds is hard as coal The gaoler leads him out upon the blinding bright stair He feels uneven turf beneath his feet The priest intones, the sword falls on his neck The pain is boiling cold They lay him in the tomb at the break of day They close the earthen door upon his clay The birds are plucking worms from the ground Their feathers grey as mist on a cloudy morn Foresters burn branches from the sleeping trees The white sun turns to stone His mother lies in her labor Nine days long She called on Saint Bridget in her time I looked out on the room of mv birth With hangings rich of many strange designs Nobles stand with their wine cups in the room Saluting me and she the King`s queen Already I am forgetting who I am Already I`ve forgotten who I`ve been My mother lifts me up to her huge soft breast Her nipple like a berry both hard and brown Her eyes look on me like waves of the sea And with small lips the yellow milk I draw.
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