Blue Poles

Blue Poles
Mother as I write the sun dissolves
Blood life streaming cross my hand
And these words, these words
Hope dashed immortal hope
Hope streaking the canvas sky
Blue poles infinitely winding, as I write, as I write
Blue poles infinitely winding, as I write, as I write

We joined the long caravan
Hungry dreaming going west
Just for work just to get a job
And we never got lucky
We just forged on
And the dust the endless dust
Like a plague it covered everything
Hal fell with the fever
And mother I did what I could
Blue poles infinitely winding, as I write, as I write
Blue poles infinitely winding, as I write, as I write
We prayed we prayed for rain
I never wanted to see the sun again
All my dresses you made by hand
We left behind on the road
Hal died in my arms
We buried him by the river
Blue poles infinitely winding, as I write, as I write
Blue poles infinitely winding, as I write, as I write
En 'Blue Poles' de Patti Smith, la poesía se entrelaza con la melancolía para contarnos una historia de lucha y pérdida. Las palabras fluyen como sangre en la mano, tejiendo un lienzo de esperanza rota y sueños desvanecidos...