- Joined
- 14 Mar 15
- Moves
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POLARITIES
Sometimes she is like sherry, like the sun through a vessel of glass,
Like light through an oriel window in a room of yellow wood;
Sometimes she is the colour of lions, of sand in the fire of noon,
Sometimes as bruised with shadows as the afternoon.
Sometimes she moves like rivers, sometimes like trees;
Or tranced and fixed like South Pole silences;
Sometimes she is beauty, sometimes fury, sometimes neither,
Sometimes nothing, drained of meaning, null as water.
Sometimes, when she makes me pea-soup or plays me Schumann,
I love her one way; sometimes I love her another
More disturbing way when she opens her mouth in the dark;
Sometimes I like her with camellias, sometimes with a parsley-stalk,
Sometimes I like her swimming in a mirror on the wall;
Sometimes I don’t like her at all.
Kenneth Siessor
@ghost-of-a-duke saiddamn...
POLARITIES
Sometimes she is like sherry, like the sun through a vessel of glass,
Like light through an oriel window in a room of yellow wood;
Sometimes she is the colour of lions, of sand in the fire of noon,
Sometimes as bruised with shadows as the afternoon.
Sometimes she moves like rivers, sometimes like trees;
Or tranced and fixed like South Pole silence ...[text shortened]... I like her swimming in a mirror on the wall;
Sometimes I don’t like her at all.
Kenneth Siessor
i approve...
Tiger Creek and the lone moon
Guide visitors along;
Ivy and vines decorate
Snowy pine branches;
Many green mountains await climbing:
The true old masters
Hide deep in white clouds.
- Ling Yi (728-762)
- Joined
- 03 Jan 13
- Moves
- 13080
@rookie54
I wonder if you would like Gustav Mahler's symphonic work A Song of the Earth. It is beautiful music put to much interesting Chinese poetry. It has been a moving piece to me as I read through the lyrics and hear Mahler's great music.
Here's snippets of a rehearsal given by Bernstein. But definitely get to the lyrics of all classic Chinese poetry.
The Song of the Earth.
Gustav Mahler's Das Lied von der Erde - A Personal Introduction by Leonard Bernstein
@Ghost-of-a-Duke
A Duke died in the forest
his ghost appears at odd hours
accompanied by strange whistling sounds
shimmering winds whipping up the ponds
causing small fish to look up at the ripples
crying for their mothers
