Orpheus, Shakespeare and Redon
09/02/10
Head of Orpheus by Odilon Redon
Orpheus with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung, as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
Everything that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their head and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep or hearing, die.
William Shakespeare
Keats for St. Valentine's Day
09/02/10
Bright Star
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art ––
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Or snow upon the mountains and the moors ––
No –– yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever –– or else swoon to death.
John Keats
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art ––
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Or snow upon the mountains and the moors ––
No –– yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever –– or else swoon to death.
John Keats
Selected Poems for Eurythmists (Part1)
06/01/08
Roses, twilight . . . . and call me
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