Canta la coral Cross-Ties, toca el piano Carol Rich i dirigeix Bruce Browne.
Sabeu què passa, que a vegades buscant una cosa en trobes una altra que t'agrada més?
Doncs això m'ha passat amb aquesta audició. En realitat, buscava una audició de Holst, però he trobat aquesta i l'he trobat preciosa.
La lletra és d'un poema de Robert Graves, i diu:
Dying sun, shine warm a little longer!
My eye, dazzled with tears, shall dazzle yours,
Conjuring you to shine and not to move.
You, sun, and I all afternoon have laboured
Beneath a dewless and oppressive cloud--
a fleece now gilded with our common grief
That this must be a night without a moon.
Dying sun, shine warm a little longer!
Faithless she was not: she was very woman,
Smiling with dire impartiality,
Sovereign, with heart unmatched, adored of men,
Until Spring's cuckoo with bedraggled plumes
Tempted her pity and her truth betrayed.
Then she who shone for all resigned her being,
And this must be a night without a moon.
Dying sun, shine warm a little longer!
My eye, dazzled with tears, shall dazzle yours,
Conjuring you to shine and not to move.
You, sun, and I all afternoon have laboured
Beneath a dewless and oppressive cloud--
a fleece now gilded with our common grief
That this must be a night without a moon.
Dying sun, shine warm a little longer!
Faithless she was not: she was very woman,
Smiling with dire impartiality,
Sovereign, with heart unmatched, adored of men,
Until Spring's cuckoo with bedraggled plumes
Tempted her pity and her truth betrayed.
Then she who shone for all resigned her being,
And this must be a night without a moon.
Dying sun, shine warm a little longer!
Robert Graves es va retirar a Mallorca, enamorat del seu clima i la seva gent (potser hi va tenir a veure el fet que conegués el meu avi?)
Està enterrat al cementiri de Deià.
Està enterrat al cementiri de Deià.
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