Sunday, September 27, 2009

'Him that I love, I wish to be free, even from me "

Iris in Paris

Hello Jazz Lovers,

Another Beautiful Day I Bahrain,

A Lot of my friends and fellow bloggers are talking about relationships and letting go, including me. Well today one of my Dearest Friends Alan from Down under, You know Australia, sent me this poem and I just thought it was beautiful. I am not going to speak of anything else because I don't want to take away from the Poems beauty. So Jazz lovers  enjoy.

'Him that I love, I wish to be free
even from me'

What a shame it is that some of us haven't heard this before.
It would have made things so much easier.
How far can you go?
It all makes sense now;
blinded by my desire to be close with someone.
I misread all the clues
that were there all along;
how can you expect to love
if you don't give freedom?

Absolute control won't make you calmer
it will make you paranoid;
and paranoia spreads quickly from you to me,
and it all starts making sense.
If you're prepared to do that,
what else are you ready to do?
I'd love to know,
but somehow I think it's better
if I don't find out.


It is the truth Jazzlovers.....Well Alans Poem started me to thinking of Dakota Staton, so these are my recommendations this week."The Album is the Late, Late Show" Misty.

I thought about you " Miss Dakota Staten Live"

Let Me off Up Town  From Dynamic Dakota

And one more Shirley Horn with Miles Davis, "You Won't Forget Me" I love this Cut!!!Jazz at it's best.

Shirley Horn Playing "Blue in Green" By Miles Davis,

Well Jazz lovers Until Next time,

Keep the Beat..

DW Jazzlover


  1. Geez D, as they say in football, you went deep. Alan's poem is prohetic. Do any of us really know when to let go? To everything there is a season. Just my take. I loved the music, too. Misty is one of my favs. So many interpretations-possibilities. Loved it Cuz, and love you, too.


  2. The poem said a lot to me also...Alan is a good friend and I think he nailed it..
    I don't know why but when I reprinted the poem, Dakota Staten and Shirley came to my mind...
    Thanks Alan
    Love you too Cuz.

  3. D,

    You got me started this morning. My mind went to Little Jimmie Scott and his interpretations which are many....The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face...I Cried For You. My My My, so many artist with so many gifts. You started it Alan..and many thanks to you and D. The juices are flowing.

    Love you Cuz.

  4. Great poem! I've heard it described this way: "Fear holds close; love holds dear."

  5. Love, sometimes I want to curse that emotion, other times I want to revel in it. C'est la vie!

  6. It's been a few days since I've seen you in other areas of the blog universe, I can't seem to catch you at home. I've even seen you in the archives of my blog, what a pleasure that was. I owe you the same and will do so real soon.

  7. Tafaraji, I am enjoying back reading your blog...We are very busy in the Studio getting ready for Dubai Fashion Week. But I should be back soon....
    I am at the Studio Now.

  8. I just found your blog and love it. Thanks for sharing the poem and for reminding me of Dakota Staten.

  9. Jackie, thank you, I am enjoying the music and the poetry too.

  10. Greetings and Aloha,
    I first read Anne Morrow Lindburgh's poem when I was 12, growing up in Long Island, at Montauk Point. It still touches me over 30 years later, and continues to be a favorite beach read. Jazz and Poetry combined together are so apropos. Orpheus didn't play rock and roll, he played Jazz, and listened to poetry, its what made Eurydice and the gods pause and dance.
    Me ke aloha pumehana
    The Geekmom