TIME TO RELAX FOR POETRY AND CLASSICAL MUSIC

Its time again to enjoy a little Poetry and the story of the actual Poet, and then sit back relax close your eyes and enjoy some Classical Music.

 

H. D.   (1886 – 1961)

H. D. may not have been “the perfect Imagist”, but she was the only one of the group who consistently put into practice the theory of pure imagery.   Born Hilda Doolittle (not kidding!) in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, September 10, 1886, she entered Bryn Mawr in 1904, but was forced to leave after two years because of poor health. In her twenties she went abroad, met Ezra Pound, and, with him, helped to establish the Imagist movement.  She married Richard Aldington, one of the members of the group, but separated from her Husband at the end of the First World War and subsequently divorced him.  She lived in England and Switzerland; except for a short visit, she never returned to the United States.  To Amy Lowell’s disappointment, she refused to be dragged into the vers libre controversy; she preferred to remain semi anonymous, and signed her work only with her initials.

H. D.’s early poetry was so definitely sculptured that it arrested emotion at the source.  The language was exact but chill; beauty seemed fixed in a frozen gesture.  In HYMEN, however, and in the succeeding volumes H. D.  added sensuousness to precision.  As her work grew more formal it became more flexible in music, warmer in emotion.  She wrote almost entirely of the classical world, but her insight brought ancient figures to life and made the remote immediate.

 

NEVER MORE WILL THE WIND

Never more will the wind

Cherish you again,

Never more will the rain.

 

Never more

Shall we find you bright

In the snow and wind.

 

The snow is melted,

The snow is gone,

And you are flown:

 

Like a bird out of our hand,

Like a light out of our heart,

You are gone,

from HYMEN

 

LETHE

Nor skin nor hide nor fleece

Shall cover you,

Nor curtain of crimson nor fine

Shelter of cedar-wood be over you,

Nor the fir-tree

Nor the pine

 

Nor sight of whin nor gorse

Nor river-yew,

Nor fragrance of flowering bush,

Nor waiting of reed-bird to waken you.

Nor of linnet

Nor of thrush.

 

Nor word nor touch nor sight

Of lover, you

Shall long through the night but for this;

The roll of the full tide to cover you

Without question,

Without kiss.

 

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I had not heard of the above Poet, Hilda Doolittle but found these little Treasures in my book I acquired, it is called “A Treasury of Great Poems”, and I would be absolutely lost without this book.  I am so pleased I discovered this Lady’s Poems, sadly she is no longer with us.

I hope you enjoyed the above Poems, I found them to be very moving, in particular the last Poem.

Now for the choice of Classical Music, I am not sure what to pick, but whatever it is I hope you will approve.  If anyone reads this work and they would like to suggest a favourite classical piece of music I will try and add it.

In the meantime please enjoy the following.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Antonio Vivaldi

 

 

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13 thoughts on “TIME TO RELAX FOR POETRY AND CLASSICAL MUSIC

    1. Like Jonathan then. I don’t mind Classical David taught me he didn’t like my choice of music so it was Classical, Babies used to sleep to it. I love Jazz, Romantic and Rod of course.

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  1. Bran bought Arn an Echo Dot for Father’s Day. Lately we are dining on “soft, relaxing, instrumental” music of ALL kinds… (I can’t help it though. Sometimes I just love listening to the soundtrack from “Conan the Barbarian!”)

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