Francis Poulenc - Improvisations No. 7 in C major with Pascal Rogé
If hands could free you, heart, ...Where would you fly?
Far, beyond every part
Of earth this running sky
Makes desolate? Would you cross
City and hill and sea, ...If hands could set you free?
I would not lift the latch; ...For I could run
Through fields, pit-valleys, catch
All beauty under the sun--
Still end in loss:
I should find no bent arm, no bed ...To rest my head.
thank you Roxana for the poem thank you vv for the music
:-)
ReplyDeletesaru'mana :)
ReplyDeleteIf you could hear,heart,
ReplyDeletewhat would be your pleasure? Music?
you know, i've always suspected it's silence.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for posting it. Beautiful. Many thanks. I am back now from my holidays in Spain.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
i thought i was the nihilist
ReplyDeleteGod's first language is Silence. Everything else is a translation. —Thomas Keating
ReplyDeleteCuban in London - It is good to have you back. And in such tantalizing fashion as that last 'to be continued' post of yours... I'll be sure to follow.
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