LOTSA A CAPPELLA
I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:
I have seen the lady April bringing the daffodils,
Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.
I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea,
And seen strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships;
But the loveliest thing of beauty God ever has shown to me,
Are her voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her lips.
~ John Masefield
"April is in my mistress' face..."
Poetry Month playlists
April 18, 2010
The trouble with real life is that there's no danger music.
~ Jim Carrey
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
~ Theodore Roethke
Celebrate National Poetry Month by listening to
Literature for the Halibut, now on Monday evenings on 88.1 KDHX, (available on podcast anytime)
and by checking out www.Poets.org.
Poetry In Motion
Charles Bernstein's 1999 article "Against National Poetry Month As Such" is interesting reading.
Find Poetry Online
For the latest Lotsa A Cappella playlist, click on the link below:
A red-cap sang in Bishop’s wood,
A lark o’er Golder’s lane;
But I, alone, still glooming stood,
And April plucked in vain;
Till living words rang in my ears
And sudden music played:
Out of such sacred thirst as hers
The world shall be remade.
Afar she turned her head and smiled
As might have smiled the Spring,
And humble as a wondering child
I watched her vanishing.
~ Olive Tilford Dargan, from Path Flower
"April is the cruelest month..."
To celebrate National Poetry Month, Lotsa A Cappella featured songs with "poetic" lyrics. We played songs written by:
"The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind.
It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes."
~ Somerset Maugham
The silver swan, who living had no note,
when death approached, unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
thus sang her first and last, and sang no more.
Farewell all joys; O Death, come close mine eyes.
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.
~ words & music by Orlando Gibbons
...and the only measure of your words and your deeds
will be the love you leave behind when you're gone.
~ words & music by Fred Small, Everything Possible
It had never occurred to me before that music and thinking are so much alike. In fact you could say music is another way of thinking, or maybe thinking is another kind of music.
~ Ursula K. Le Guin
...For you're the lover I have waited for -
The mate that fate had me created for.
And every time your lips meet mine,
Darling, down and down I go, round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin I'm in
Under THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC called love.
~ words by Johnny Mercer, music by Harold Arlen
When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord linger near,
When my light is almost gone,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest I fall.
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.
~ words & music by Thomas A. Dorsey
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain’d his noon.
Until the hasting day
But to the evensong;
And, having pray’d together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
As your hours do, and dry
Like to the summer’s rain;
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,
Ne’er to be found again.
~ Robert Herrick
The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes.
~ Somerset Maugham
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
~ Edna St Vincent Millay
Moons and junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real; I’ve looked at love that way.
But now it’s just another show. you leave ’em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know, don’t give yourself away.
~ words & music by Joni Mitchell, Both Sides Now
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
when the world is puddle-wonderful
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
~ e.e. cummings
To An Early Daffodil
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!
Thou herald of rich Summer’s myriad flowers!
The climbing sun with new recovered powers
Does warm thee into being, through the ring
Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling
Thy green shoots up, inheriting the dowers
Of bending sky and sudden, sweeping showers,
Till ripe and blossoming thou art a thing
To make all nature glad, thou art so gay;
To fill the lonely with a joy untold;
Nodding at every gust of wind to-day,
To-morrow jewelled with raindrops. Always bold
To stand erect, full in the dazzling play
Of April’s sun, for thou hast caught his gold.
~ Amy Lowell