| How I love the life of roaming! Here today and gone tomorrow What is so sweet as roving? The winds of chance I follow. Women I leave in my wake Like ships that pass in the night; Heartaches come for freedom's sake, Out of doors' kiss and the sunlight. For settling is goal and bondage My soul is a bird that wanders; No matter the pretty cage In panic away it flutters. And yet the bird is lonesome And for the woman longing, For refuge of her bosom, Who also loves the roaming! |
| Love Song of the Gypsy |
| Joseph Marius (sp?) March 2003 |
| I was walking along the Southbank of the River Thames with a friend one Sunday afternoon in March when I saw these different colored envelopes laid out on one side. I stopped to check it out and almost immediately a bright pink envelope "jumped" at me . On it was written in what seemed like white crayon * Love Song of the Gypsy *. I picked it up and the man responsible for these appraoched me and asked me if I would like to hear the poem inside and I said yes, so he closed his eyes and recited it to me. It was so beautiful and I felt as if I was meant to hear it. Inside the envelope was the poem in his own handwriting, which I could keep for just a monetary donation. Here is the poem I would like to share with you... |