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Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Poetic Passions

Cowper finished, I turned next to William Collins, and typing up an ode by the name of  "The Passions: An Ode for Music," I was blown away by his imagery. Here's a small snippet — isn't that last line of the excerpt something! You can see how the Romantics (Keats, Shelley, Byron, etc.) are here prefigured — that line also has for me the same kind of impact as Yeats'  "And hid his face amid a cloud of stars" ("When You Are Old").


Caravaggio. Rest on the Flight to Egypt, 1596.

 While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings,
     Love fram'd with Mirth a gay fantastic round:
     Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound;
          And he, amidst his frolic play,
          As if he would the charming air repay,
Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.

(emphasis added)

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5 Comments:

Blogger Istanbultaye said...

sounds like a bit about a guitar player ^.^

November 23, 2006 12:38 AM  
Blogger Anniina said...

Yeah, it does to me too. I didn't put the whole poem there, but he is actually playing a violin :)

November 23, 2006 4:46 AM  
Blogger SzélsőFa said...

It took me awhile to understand, but it was nice...

November 24, 2006 2:33 PM  
Blogger Anniina said...

You're right, an excerpt just throws you in the midst of it - I'll link the poem, if you want to read the whole thing :)

November 24, 2006 5:27 PM  
Blogger SzélsőFa said...

Sure, please.

November 27, 2006 4:57 AM  

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