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Extracts from The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver by Edna St Vincent Millay 1892-1950
Recital from LibriVox.org read by Linda Leu

“Son,” said my mother,
   When I was knee-high,
“You’ve need of clothes to cover you,
   And not a rag have I”.
 
“There’s nothing in the house
   To make a boy breeches,
Nor shears to cut a cloth with
   Nor thread to take stitches.”
 
“There’s nothing in the house
   But a loaf-end of rye,
And a harp with a woman’s head
   Nobody will buy,”  
   And she began to cry.
 
…

Men say the winter
   Was bad that year;
Fuel was scarce,
   And food was dear.
 
A wind with a wolf’s head
   Howled about our door,
And we burned up the chairs
   And sat on the floor.
 
All that was left us
   Was a chair we couldn’t break,
And the harp with a woman’s head
   Nobody would take,
   For song or pity’s sake.
 
…

Looking nineteen,
   And not a day older,
And the harp with a woman’s head
   Leaned against her shoulder.
 
Her thin fingers, moving
   In the thin, tall strings,
Were weav-weav-weaving
   Wonderful things.
 
Many bright threads,
   From where I couldn’t see,
Were running through the harp-strings
  Rapidly,
 
…

There sat my mother
   With the harp against her shoulder
Looking nineteen
   And not a day older,
 
A smile about her lips,
   And a light about her head,
And her hands in the harp-strings
   Frozen dead.
 
And piled up beside her
   And toppling to the skies,
Were the clothes of a king’s son,
   Just my size.

The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver

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Art Expressed in Music – Renoir's Charm
February 2024
Duration: 3:00
Listen to the Playlist: soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/art-expressed-in-music-i
Painting: Luncheon of the Boating Party 
Remix of “Afternoon in Paris” by John Lewis with original composition 
Pierre-Auguste Renoir (February 25, 1841 to December 3, 1919) was a French painter originally associated with the Impressionist movement. His early works were typically Impressionist snapshots of real life, full of sparkling color and light. By the mid-1880s, however, he had broken with the movement to apply a more disciplined, formal technique to portraits and figure paintings, particularly of women. Renoir mastered the ability to convey his immediate visual impressions, and his paintings showed great vitality, emphasizing the pleasures of life despite the financial worries that troubled him. Several of his masterpieces date from this period including Luncheon of the Boating Party.  Renoir had his first attack of rheumatism in 1894, and, as the attacks became more and more frequent, he spent more and more time in southern France, where the climate was better for his health. About 1899 he sought refuge in the small village of Cagnes; in 1907 he settled there permanently, buying the estate of Les Collettes, where he spent the rest of his life. In 1910 he was no longer able to walk. Although his infirmity became more and more constraining, Renoir never ceased to paint; when his fingers were no longer supple, he continued by binding his paintbrush to his hand.  Several months before his death, Renoir was able to go to Paris, where several friends wheeled him for the last time through the Louvre to view the masterpieces that he had venerated throughout his life. Renoir died in Cagnes-sur-Mer on December 3, 1919 at the age of 78.
For strings, piano, harp, accordion, clarinet, alto flute, sound effects and percussion.

Art Expressed in Music - Renoir's Charm

So on this one we have Jim Sanders on the drums, Dave Toolan and Charlie Villiers on guitar, and myself on the bass and singing (it’s Dave you can hear adding some lovely high harmonies here and there as well). I wrote the music and words. As usual it was recorded just with the ipad on a shelf in the corner, hopefully you get the jist.

~Lyrics~
I’ve been running around all day
From London Bridge to Grand Parade
And the one thing that spurs me on
A promised land where I belong

A band of legends in my mind
The most esteemed and much maligned
And I thought I was alone
To think I nearly stayed at home

You were the one with the rueful smile
I was the one who could run a mile
It’s all coming back to me now
Your joie de vie is infectious
So carefree that it’s reckless
Ha, it’s all coming back to me now

Music and dancing, and the joy of laughing
And crashing through the decades as we fell
We took a moment right there on the floor
To marvel at the evening’s carousel

And I know I might only say it when I’m drunk
but it’s true never the less
I love you with all my heart and soul
And there’s only one thing that really breaks my heart
…my biggest regret…
I just wish we saw each other more.

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