I wish I were silver,
Son, you'd be very cold.
Mama,
I wish I were water.
Son, you'd be very cold.
Mama,
embroider me on your pillow.
Federico Garcia Lorca, Canción Tonta
Trans Harriet de Onis, New Directions©
Welcome Ode, Henry Purcell
King's Consort, Hyperion©
Photograph & painting, Tassos Paschalis©
as pure as one can experience Joy, a sweet refrain.
ReplyDeleteI went in to delete captions since your kind notice. Again (cf., 'scholarly sycamores') 1 or 2 superfluous elements are introduced to achieve a momentary if coincidental common ground which happens to situate each of them as I see them, not to diminish their independence. A paring down of descriptors is something to be strived for here, unless comparison, for example, is the whole purpose of the entry (cf., 'tower of tandem pursuit'). In the present case, I don't think it's interesting to exhibit the pylon without reference to its implication of aspiration, or to risk any waste of its Parigian tints. This means Lorca on silver, which could mean other works of his but not one so maritime or so glowing as this one, which reflects the character(s) being discussed. And for the latter, yes, I agree, this interlude from pomp in Purcell is a very handy reference.
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