Quivi è la rosa in che’l verbo divino
carne si fece; quivi son li gigli
al cui odor si prese il buon cammino.

[Here is that rose through whom the Divine Word
was made into flesh; here too those lilies
by whose fragrance was taken the just road.]


Dante Aligheri, Paradiso, Canto XXIII, 73-75
English translation by Christopher Lyndon-Gee


Il nome del bel fior - 02. Quivi è la rosa

Singer Pur
Mainzer Musiksommer, Seminarkirche
21 August 2016
Recorded live by Radio Südwestrundfunk 2

it is enough
it is after the end
it's done

it all came to nothing
the strong overcame the weak
as it was in the beginning, it was not in the end

it is enough
that was the last one
it's over
the last one
it's done
and you lost

close the door
shut off the world
without end

it all came to nothing
the strong overcame the weak
as it was...

no tears
no sighs
not the memory of an angel

it is not enough
 
you, the outcast
you, the forgotten
you, the sick at heart
you, on the sidelines
shut in, shut out
bitter, yet silent
you're going from noplace to nowhere

it is not enough

©2016 Joanne Metcalf

It Is Enough (live - SWR2 Radio)

Long-Legged Fly
by William Butler Yeats


That civilisation may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the pony
To a distant post;
Our master Caesar is in the tent
Where the maps are spread,
His eyes fixed upon nothing,
A hand upon his head.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.
That the topless towers be burnt
And men recall that face,
Move most gently if move you must
In this lonely place.
She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,
That nobody looks; her feet
Practise a tinker shuffle
Picked up on a street.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
Her mind moves upon silence.
That girls at puberty may find
The first Adam in their thought,
Shut the door of the Pope's chapel,
Keep those children out.
There on that scaffolding resides
Michael Angelo.
With no more sound than the mice make
His hand moves to and fro.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.


LONG-LEGGED FLY by W.B. Yeats read by MAN POEMS

Man Poems is poetry by men, about men, and read by men.


LONG-LEGGED FLY by W.B. Yeats read by MAN POEMS

Man Poems

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