Sitting quietly with Peggy Seeger.
The magic of the folktime,
drifting around the middle of the Atlantic
(The coughing luster of the States,
the dark majesty of the crown.)
Old Peggy's the voice of a grandmother god
Our poor mortal grandmothers
are too often choked of personality
The violence of time and men
Turning them strong and insane
But Old Peg sings it nicely
What the fuck are you talking about
with the "long-tailed nanny-o", Old Peg?
Either way, thank you for making sense out
of the silence and rain.
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