My House

The image of the poet's in the breeze Canadian geese are flying above the trees A mist is hanging gently on the lake My house is very beautiful at night My friend and teacher occupies a spare room He's dead, at peace at last the wandering jew Other friends had put stones on his grave He was the first great man that I had ever met Sylvia and I got out our ouija board To dial a spirit, across the room it soared We were happy and amazed at what we saw Blazing stood the proud and regal name delmore Delmore, I missed all your funny ways I missed your jokes and the brilliant things you said My dedalus to your bloom, was such a perfect wit And to find you in my house makes things perfect I really got a lucky life My writing, my motorcycle and my wife And to top it all off a spirit of pure poetry Is living in this stone and wood house with me The image of the poet's in the breeze Canadian geese are flying above the trees A mist is hanging gently on the lake Our house is very beautiful at night Our house is very beautiful at night Our house is very beautiful at night Our house is very beautiful at night