Fairies’ Moonlight

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Fairies’ Moonlight

Raymond Genty (1881-1950)

Féerie au clair de lune as adapted by the composer Dutilleux Un grillon fait un signal Sur un timbre de cristal Et dans la pénombre chaude Où les parfums sont grisants, La rampe des vers luisants S’allume, vert émeraude. Un ballet de moucherons Tourne, glisse, fait des ronds Tourne, glisse, fait des ronds Dans la lumière changeante. Un grand papillon de nuit Passe en agitant sans bruit Son éventail qui s’argente. Les parfums des grands lys blancs Montent plus forts, plus troublants, Dans cette ombre où l’on conspire. Mais dans cette ombre il y a Obéron, il y a Titania, Il y a du Shakespeare. Les moustiques éveillés Bruissent autour des œillets Tout baignés de crépuscule; Acteurs lilliputiens, Chorégraphes aériens, Mille insectes verts et bleus, Mille insectes merveilleux Tournent autour des œillets Et font une ronde effrénée. Puis, ayant tourné longtemps Sous les roseaux des étangs, Sous le hêtre et sous l’yeuse, Les petits danseurs ailés Soudain se sont en allés Dans l’ombre mystérieuse. Tout se tait. Seul, par moment, Le léger sautillement D’une oiselle à longue queue. Puis, plus rien, plus aucun bruit, Il n’y a plus que la nuit Magnifique, immense et bleue.
Fairies’ Moonlight
A cricket gives a signal striking a bell of crystal and in the warm half-light of enervating fragrance the fireflies’ rack of lanterns flares, emerald, alight. Ballet-dancing midges go turning, gliding, circling go turning, gliding, circling in inconstant light. a great night butterfly noiselessly passes by shaking his silver fan. The great white lilies’ odour ascends, more troubling, louder, in this conspiring shadow. But in this shadow are Oberon, Titania, here we have Shakespeare. Mosquitoes awaken, buzz round the carnations that twilight imbues; airborne Lilliputians, stage Terpsichoreans, the greens and the blues, a marvellous thousand small insects revolving around the carnations in frantic rotation. Then, after long whirling in pond-reeds and ivy and under dwarf oak, the little winged dancers are suddenly gone in mysterious dark. All’s quiet. But hold hard: long-tailed little bird, hop-hopping, so light. Then nothing, no sound, but blue and profound magnificent night.

Translation: Copyright © Timothy Adès

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Inspiration on Britain's Topmost Summit

Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis

John Keats (1795-1821)

Let's see whether he needed the letter E.
Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist! I look into the chasms, and a shroud Vapourous doth hide them, -- just so much I wist Mankind do know of hell; I look o'erhead, And there is sullen mist, -- even so much Mankind can tell of heaven; mist is spread Before the earth, beneath me, -- even such, Even so vague is man's sight of himself! Here are the craggy stones beneath my feet,-- Thus much I know that, a poor witless elf, I tread on them, -- that all my eye doth meet Is mist and crag, not only on this height, But in the world of thought and mental might!
Inspiration on Britain's Topmost Summit
I ask for words, Parnassian! - said out loud on Scotia's topmost summit, blind in mist! I look into its chasms, which a shroud of vapour bars from sight; so much I wist mankind doth know of Tartarus; and this, upwards, is dismal mist - and that's how much mankind can know of paradisal bliss; downwards, mist rolls across this world: just such, so indistinct, is man's own mirror-study. On craggy rocks aloft my right foot stands -- This much I know, that, poor unwitting noddy, I am on rocks, -- and what my sight commands Is mist and crag, not only on this hill, But in our world of brains and thoughts and skill.

Translation: Copyright © Timothy Adès

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Moonlit Night

Mondnacht

Joseph von Eichendorff (1788-1857)

Mondnacht
Es war, als hätt’ der Himmel Die Erde still geküßt, Daß sie im Blütenschimmer Von ihm nur träumen müßt'. Die Luft ging durch die Felder, Die Ähren wogten sacht, Es rauschten leis’ die Wälder, So sternklar war die Nacht. Und meine Seele spannte Weit ihre Flügel aus, Flog durch die stillen Lande, Als flöge sie nach Haus.
Moonlit Night
It seemed the gallant heaven Gave earth a silent kiss, That she so bright with flowers Must only dream of this. The breeze amid the harvest Caressed the waving corn. The woodland whispered softly, The starry midnight shone. My soul spread wide her pinions, No longer fain to roam, Flew through the silent landscape As one who heads for home.
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