“This year it will be 100 years since the American folk singer, Woody Guthrie was born. When Guthrie died in 1967, he left complete lyrics for more than 3000 songs which lay undiscovered until his daughter Nora found them in the mid 1990s”. BBC Website.
I guess it’s the same as love.
How long they were lost doesn’t matter,
it’s the being found that counts.
Three thousand sleeping beauties
awaiting the kiss of daylight
to bring them back to life.
Imagine the daughter;
heart leaping like salmon in her chest
up the waterfall of lost lyrics.
Each one, “As fresh as if written this morning”,
a love letter, carrying him back
in stark, pencil-scratch reality.
They say, it is only the three-dimensional
arrangement of atoms that distinguishes
diamonds from graphite.
Look at the man’s wisdom-soaked words
and tell me, we haven’t found a new element: