How often do poems and music combine? Ever since I learned to sing “Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven,” by William Butler Yeats it was always one of my favourite poems/songs, (listen to it here) , closely followed by Robert Frost’s “Stopping by woods on a snowy evening”.
Stopping by woods on a snowy evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
sharing with the Daily Post
There is music in the air
R.J. Buckley Sir Edward Elgar (1905) ch. 4
Sue’s “A word a week” challenge this week was MUSIC
Music to watch the sun go down by. Musicians play to people who have gathered to watch the setting sun on the ghats at Pushkar, Rajasthan.
Also in Pushkar we came across this piece of graffiti depicting a modern musician (saxophonist) charming a snake
Without musicians there would be no dancers
these are in India
and these in Sri Lanka
we were serenaded at dinner one night by these two
Sri Lanka holds music in such high esteem that a dancer and a musician are featured on one of its banknotes
In the cathedral museum in Pisa there are a number of beautifully illuminated music manuscripts