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Sonnet of the moon

22/09/2008 by Nikita

http://www.flickr.com/photos/unluckypuppy/482675237/in/set-72157594195589241/
I know Wipneus is going to freak out about these images from “unluckypuppy” on flickr.  She’s a “stargazer!” and loves anything about space. This lily-flower’s name is also Stargazer! I think it’s beautiful! When I came across these images, I had to post it with some poems and I’ve found these lovely poems, enjoy them with the song by Don McLean–Starry, Starry Night! I like Van Gogh’s art too, so thought you would enjoy his “Starry Night” at the same time, also, I’ve Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata for you to enjoy too! and the link where you can download it.

 
Image:pickupflowers.com

A Sonnet of the Moon

Look how the pale queen of the silent night
Doth cause the ocean to attend upon her,
And he, as long as she is in his sight,
With her full tide is ready her to honor.
But when the silver waggon of the moon
Is mounted up so high he cannot follow,
The sea calls home his crystal waves to moan,
And with low ebb doth manifest his sorrow.
So you that are the sovereign of my heart
Have all my joys attending on your will;
My joys low-ebbing when you do depart,
When you return their tide my heart doth fill.
So as you come and as you do depart,
Joys ebb and flow within my tender heart.

Charles Best

http://www.vangoghgallery.com

To Helen…by E A Poe

I saw thee once — once only — years ago:
I must not say how many — but not many.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,
There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,
With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,
Upon the upturn’d faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,
Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe —
Fell on the upturn’d faces of these roses
That gave out, in return for the love-light,
Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death —
Fell on the upturn’d faces of these roses
That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted
By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence.

Clad all in white, upon a violet bank
I saw thee half reclining; while the moon
Fell on the upturn’d faces of the roses,
And on thine own, upturn’d — alas, in sorrow!

Was it not Fate, that, on this July midnight —
Was it not Fate, (whose name is also Sorrow,)
That bade me pause before that garden-gate,
To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses?
No footstep stirred: the hated world all slept,
Save only thee and me. (Oh, Heaven! — oh, God!
How my heart beats in coupling those two words!)
Save only thee and me. I paused — I looked —
And in an instant all things disappeared.
(Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted!) 

The pearly lustre of the moon went out:
The mossy banks and the meandering paths,
The happy flowers and the repining trees,
Were seen no more: the very roses’ odors
Died in the arms of the adoring airs.
All — all expired save thee — save less than thou:
Save only the divine light in thine eyes —
Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes.
I saw but them — they were the world to me.
I saw but them — saw only them for hours —
Saw only them until the moon went down.
What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten
Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres!
How dark a wo!, yet how sublime a hope!
How silently serene a sea of pride!
How daring an ambition! yet how deep —
How fathomless a capacity for love!

But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees
Didst glide way [[away]]. Only thine eyes remained.
They would not go — they never yet have gone.
Lighting my lonely pathway home that night,
They have not left me (as my hopes have) since.
They follow me — they lead me through the years.
They are my ministers — yet I their slave.
Their office is to illumine and enkindle —
My duty, to be saved by their bright light,
And purified in their electric fire,
And sanctified in their elysian fire.
They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope,)
And are far up in Heaven — the stars I kneel to
In the sad, silent watches of my night;
While even in the meridian glare of day
I see them still — two sweetly scintillant
Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!

On this link, you can find all Poe’s works and his biography too.

http://www.online-literature.com/poe/
Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata 1st Movement

https://chessaleeinlondon.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/moonlight-movement1.mp3

 http://www.mfiles.co.uk/scores/moonlight-movement1.htm

Image: flickr…unluckypuppy..follow the link at the first image

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer’s day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the strangers that you’ve met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they’re not listening still.
Perhaps they never will…


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13 Responses

  1. on 22/09/2008 at 18:34 Wipneus!

    Jy is heeltemal reg, ek het die musiek aangesit en die poems gelees en na my maan gekyk …..en uitgefreak …..dit is magic!!!

    Look how the pale queen of the silent night…..

    Baie dankie vir hierdie inskrywing, die video is ook vreeslik mooi! Ek is mal oor die liedjie, maar jy kon dit seker raai 🙂

    Jy het al my gunstelinge in een inskrywing geplaas, Vincent van Gogh, kuns, musiek, gedigte en dan die allermooiste: Maan!!


  2. on 22/09/2008 at 19:48 Nikita

    hi Wippie! dis ‘n plesier, het jy na daardie ou se foto’s gekyk op flickr…nogal “magic”.


  3. on 22/09/2008 at 22:48 Nikita

    Wipneus..ek weet nie wat gaan by my rekenaar aan nie, het 3 keer op jou WP-link gekliek en ‘n boodskap gekry van “can not display page”…maar ander se WP blog-links was ok…sal jou more weer probeer!


  4. on 23/09/2008 at 02:24 eilandkind

    Hi Nikita!
    Ek is mal oor Starry starry night, vandat ons Afrikaanse onnie dit vir ons gespeel het in matriek en my man het vir my daardie Van Gogh video gestuur toe ons nog uitgegaan het.
    Daardie maan foto’s is darem maar pragtig.


  5. on 23/09/2008 at 05:42 Sandra

    Ek hou ook van daardie foto. Het die musiek net so geniet.


  6. on 23/09/2008 at 07:46 Wipneus!

    Ek het na daardie foto’s gekyk Nikita! Dis stunning!

    Ek het gister weer so met blogger gesukkel. Weet nie wat gaan aan met die internet nie!


  7. on 23/09/2008 at 12:09 littleindian

    Strange isn’t it, its just a lump of matter floating in space – cannot even have a path of its own, for ever trapped in an orbit around us.

    But the silvery light of a full moon brings the poets, the songwriters (and even the blogger) out from within us. 😀

    Makes us feel romantic; it reminds of the moon featuring in what a friend of mine wrote recently,

    http://www.tilakbera.info/weblog/2008/09/why-goa/

    He lived and worked in Goa for three years (its unfair that some people can be that lucky) – and it was love at first sight with the place.

    When he compares it to moonlight – it confirms he still is lovestruck.


  8. on 23/09/2008 at 18:57 Nikita

    Hi Sandra/Eilandkind/Wipneus!..bly julle het dit geniet, soos gewoonlik blog ek dinge wat ek geniet en dit doen my hart goed om te weet ander geniet ook en deel ook jou smake in die lewe! – Voels van eenderste vere… 🙂

    Hi Littleindian!
    Are we all on earth not “trapped” too, certain things you have to do and things you can’t go without, so you have to go that “path” to get it done 🙂 I agree with you about the romance-part…completely… thanks for the link of your friend, I’ve been on his site today and what lovely pic he’s got on his site!


  9. on 24/09/2008 at 09:55 littleindian

    Yes, I agree – we are indeed all trapped.
    In orbit but with our feet on the ground!
    Thats the ‘gravity’ of the matter, isn’t it? 🙂

    Thanks for visiting my friends site – he is a reluctant (shy) blogger. I am glad he has started to write and share with us, I have seen his collection of photographs – they are amazing.


  10. on 24/09/2008 at 11:27 reisiger

    Ek’s mal oor van Gogh se werke!! Het jou inskrywing baie geniet – al my gunsteling goed ook waaroor jy geskryf het!!


  11. on 24/09/2008 at 19:48 Nikita

    Hi Littleindian
    Luckily with our feet on the ground! 🙂

    Hi Reisiger
    Dit was ‘n plesier, ja, ek hou van meeste van sy werke, die sonneblomme natuurlik die bekendste een en die een van sy kamer ook nogal.


  12. on 15/06/2009 at 18:30 Ishrath

    A lovely painting… and a lovely song.


  13. on 15/06/2009 at 23:50 Nikita

    hi Ishrath, Welcome to my blog and tks for your comments. I’m glad you like the song too. Yes, the painting is beautiful!



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