{"id":298294,"date":"2019-04-26T06:00:02","date_gmt":"2019-04-25T20:00:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/?p=298294"},"modified":"2019-04-26T06:00:02","modified_gmt":"2019-04-25T20:00:02","slug":"lullabies-should-be-no-surprise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/lullabies-should-be-no-surprise\/","title":{"rendered":"Lullabies should be no surprise"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Where does our poetry come from? William Shakespeare\u2019s birthday last April 23 brought his sonnets to mind. It is said imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I have written many parodies of Shakespeare\u2019s sonnets (about 45) which have appeared on this page. <\/p>\n<p>Other than schoolbooks and literature anthologies, what are some other sources of poetry? My reading tells me few people ever open up a poetry book, let alone buy one after formal schooling is over. We do hear poetry including lyrical, modern, love, and social commentary in current recorded music as I alluded to in a recent Saipan Tribune Opinion page commentary during Black History Month. So aside from the world of nature and our own lives as a source for living and breathing poetry in a literal and figurative sense, lullabies should be no surprise.<\/p>\n<p>Since human speech began, lullabies and songs of love have been used, sung, hummed to and for everyone we love. Whether used to \u201clull\u201d someone to sleep, calm someone down, or celebrate life, mental growth, and the need for sleep and rest, lullabies should be no surprise.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>All languages and cultures have gorgeous tranquilizing lullabies in their respective repertoire. National choirs from Poland, Hungary and other Eastern European countries have recorded many traditional lullabies in their respective language. Lullabies from all over the continent of Africa have lulled millions of babies to sleep. A Chinese lullaby sung in Putonghua has a father singing to his sleeping son about how the boy\u2019s head reminds him of a head of cabbage. It brings me to tears every time I hear it. A well-known Irish lullaby, the <em>Connemara Cradle Song or Connemara Lullaby<\/em>, is sung throughout the English-speaking world. <\/p>\n<p>My new favorite lullaby is <em>John of Dreams<\/em>. It was originally an Italian love song, then used by Tchaikovsky in his <em>Pathetique<\/em> symphony. Words were written to the melody by Bill Caddick. Find it on <em>Lullabies for Love: A Celtic Collection to Benefit One Home Many Hopes, Kenya<\/em>. I often think of Freddie Aguilar\u2019s song Anak as a modern lullaby and Saipan\u2019s David Peter (Talumwaar) beautiful song Pution Oracion in the same vein.<\/p>\n<p>Here is a lullaby I wrote on Admiralty Island in Alaska back in the mid-\u201970s while doing geological exploration. We flew into the mountainside site by helicopter. We were drilling core samples, looking for high-grade nickel and copper sulfides in an ultramafic rock complex. Long daylight hours allowed for two shifts in the summer. When the shift changed and noisy generators and drills were shut off I would often hear but not see little birds sing. I thought about how their life and environment would change if a mine were to be put in there in the mountains. The island\u00a0 lies in the Alexander archipelago within the 14-million-acre South Tongass National Forest. It is quite remote, with only a few very small villages and has more Alaskan grizzly bears than people. There are also many North American bald eagles along its coastline.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<br \/>\n<strong>Lullaby for A Little Bird on Admiralty Island<\/strong>\u00a0<br \/>\n\u00a0<br \/>\ngood night little bird you\u2019ve sung your last word<br \/>\nand tucked your beak underneath your wing<br \/>\nI\u2019ll work through the night and by mornings first light<br \/>\nbe ready to hear you sing.<br \/>\nwe are drilling for ore and pulling up core<br \/>\nright underneath the nest where you live<br \/>\nwe might put in a mine in a few years time<br \/>\nand your babies would hear the drilling rigs hum<br \/>\nbut we might not find any thing worth a penny<br \/>\nand the forest would be yours till Kingdom come<br \/>\nso good night little bird you\u2019ve sung your last word<br \/>\nand tucked your beak underneath your wing<br \/>\nI\u2019ll work through the night and by morning\u2019s first light<br \/>\nbe longing to hear you sing.<br \/>\n\u00a0<br \/>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Where does our poetry come from? 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