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A poem by Jim Morrison in tribute to Brian Jones

Brian Jones, founding member of the ROLLING STONES.

Born on February 28, 1942 and found dead in his swimming pool on July 3, 1969, the British artist who disappeared at the age of 27 will be the 1st of a long list to come which will be called the "Club of 27": Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison all died at the same age in the months or years that followed...

Morrison deeply disturbed by the death of Brian Jones, will even write a poem entitled: "Ode to LA while thinking of Brian Jones, deceased."

Here it is, translated into French below

[POEM] EN

ODE TO THINKING OF THE LATE BRIAN JONES

I am a city dweller
They just picked me to play
the Prince of Denmark

Poor Ophelia

All these ghosts he's never seen
Floating to his doom
On an iron candle

Come back, brave warrior
Dive
In another channel

A freshly buttered swimming pool
Where is Marrakech
under the falls
the raging storm
where the savages fell
late in the afternoon
rhythm monsters

You left your
None
to face the
Silence

i hope you are gone
Smiling
Like a child
In the calm vestige
of a dream

The man-angel
who faces the Serpents
for his palms
& their fingers

Finally claimed
this charitable soul

Ophelia

Go away, soaked
of silk

Dream
chlorine
Witness
mad suffocated

The diving board, the jump
The swimming pool

you were a fighter
a damask and musky muse

you were the sun

Discolored
for afternoon tv

horned toads
sniper with a yellow dot

Now look where it got you

In meat heaven
with the cannibals
and the jews

The gardener
discovered
The body, spread out, Floating

Happy and Steep
What is this greenish matter

you are made of

Poke holes in the skin
of the goddess

Will it be stinky
As we carry it to the sky
Through the antechambers
music

No chance.

Requiem for a tough

That smile
That look down, piggy
of satyr
jumped up

in the loam

-James D. Morrison-