This Poem was Submitted By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2016-12-25 21:54:43 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Eyes to See

           Blind Willie Johnson (d. 1945) trouble will be over, sorrow will have an end  knife moans from a folded blade cut into night, made darkness visible and lengthened shadows on a neighbor’s  groun’ we nods our heads when preacher says to bare our cross you bores it good, willie you bores it so you burned it down so’s when you laid on ashes your slide guitar had fired it ain’t mattered, none, that no one down here noticed (in nineteen hun’red and sumptin’) on dis here ground, where smoke lingers and souls sold to devil sings the blues i heared where you is now ain’t no jew, no greek, no black, no white no po’ folk no blind man down(                                        up                                  up but everythin’ is up as strings descend, king’s highway and go no motherless chile nor no more rain, titanic berths in ever dawn, and sea of glass ) sure as der’s a heav’n, willie, sure as der’s

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This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2017-01-05 10:47:36
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
This sounds to be a lament and a testament to a soul singer in the very language of his music. excellent and entertainin


This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2016-12-26 14:57:43
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
It has been a while since I listened to his recordings. On seeing you post, I refreshed my memory and blues music palate by listening to all his recordings I have. Much like Robert Johnson, his known repertoire is very small. I believe in my collection I have them all for both of the men. Unlike other bluesmen, his faith was primary and his music secondary. You, of course, know all of that. Of your piece, I could put it to music, but I hope you do. Would like to hear it. The dialect and word choice are exquisite, but again, you knew that. Of the season this is posted; the character of the man probably speaks well of the posting. So, I will comment one thing; sure as der’s a heav’n, My friend, I certainly hope you’re correct, the both of you. No matter, I haven't the surety I would make it anyway. groun' Always worth my time and effort. Thank you MSS for the gift.
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