Product Description
This song was inspired by my initial reactions to the realization that I am infertile.
In my case this was due to Kallmann's syndrome I am now perfectly happy with my infertility,
after all, there is much else to do in the world and Dawkins' "selfish gene" can simply go spin its plot elsewhere:
my children are my compositions, and they populate the world in their own way with joy, humour and thoughtfulness... wherever they will... ...
However, I know there are many who are not happy with childlessness, so I dedicate this song to them ....and to my past self.
The sound sample is my own performance.
Here are the words:
Learn this my child, who never hears my word
Your luck is out,
you are but but a poem deaf to change
You are a romantic ramble on "absurd"
round which the childless brain desires to range
Hear this my daughter, blind to loveliness
Your love is mine, untouchable, unknown to all
Save to a song befitting her distress
Whom Sappho loved but answered not her call
See this my eunuch, watching others` joy
Your luck was in, your luck was in
You threw it far away, too far away for its return
Save to another and another boy while I look on,
unmoved as from a star
Taste this my tears grown cold
Resigned and pure
Your love is his I know not whose nor do I care
Yet love I would, and yet cannot be sure that another`s love could now be mine to share
Warm this my heart
These strings beget my child
Their luck is in
Their love is mine
So close, my son!
My daughter`s breath sings
Through my fingers styled
Sings to herself
All other children shun
© David W Solomons
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