Poetry
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Love, Tears
Love flowsFree of direction, free of tempo, free of shapeIn invisible perpetuity of dynamicsNot towards the pictured beauty but in radiation and attraction And the soul settles, grows, vibratesCarried, lifted cloud-like off the groundBeing wherever one has beenLanding where one has never beenAgain, and again, tears are an inner smileBalancing want into peacefully yearning joyWanting…
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“Even when we sleep we watch over each other”
Today I came across this composition. It is the first line of a single quatrain by Paul Éluard (1895-1952) which Elaine Springer published on Instagram. Sometimes we may argue on the factual accuracy of word compositions trying to express a given poetic picture. Yet, at times — like here — one might override any sense…
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Words from the Opera — When horror breaks one heart, all hearts are broken
Balstrode:We’ll find him, maybe give a hand. Ellen:We have no power to help him now. Balstrode:We have the power. We have the power.In the black momentWhen your friend suffersUnearthly tormentWe cannot turn our backs.When horror breaks one heartAll hearts are broken. From the opera “Peter Grimes“ op. 33Composer: Benjamin BrittenFrom the poem by George Crabbe
Sila Blume 