Stranger Fruit

I wish that I was made of stone

Wilkins has posted a poem about churches and mentioned that he goes into churches when he travels … as do I. My favorite poem about such – if you can count a Nick Cave lyric – is “Brompton Oratory”:

Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day’s return
Into its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal morn

The reading is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it’s alright for some

And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe

A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips

No God up in the sky
No devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees

Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted, baby
By the absence of you

Comments

  1. #1 John Wilkins
    October 24, 2006

    Of course Nick Cave is poetry. He just adds a bit of music, that’s all…

  2. #2 Friend Fruit
    October 24, 2006

    Shouldn’t that be: I wish that I were made of stone?

  3. #3 Soren Kongstad
    October 26, 2006

    I always claim that Cave and Cohen are the two people who got me turned on to poetry.

    I just tried finding an example from Cohen, but couldn’t decide between Dance me to the end of love and
    Last years man