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 Daedalus to your Bloom, was such a perfect wit
 And to find you in my house makes things perfect
 I've 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