Emily Bronte:
High waving heather, 'neath stormy blasts bending,
Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars;
Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending,
Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending,
Man's spirit away from its drear dongeon sending,
Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars.
All down the mountain sides, wild forest lending
One mighty voice to the life-giving wind;
Rivers their banks in the jubilee rending,
Fast through the valleys a reckless course wending,
Wider and deeper their waters extending,
Leaving a desolate desert behind.
Shining and lowering and swelling and dying,
Changing for ever from midnight to noon;
Roaring like thunder, like soft music sighing,
Shadows on shadows advancing and flying,
Lightning-bright flashes the deep gloom defying,
Coming as swiftly and fading as soon.
Anneke van Giersbergen:
Travel
Melodic stanzas
Are symphonizing their way
Through your weary head.
To feed your distrust
And fill its mouth with the desire
To soulfully be one with your creation.
Not a subject to control
You call upon a higher power
For help and inspiration.
The crowd waits
And turn their faces
Towards you expectantly
You give them what they need
But their useless criticism
Makes you die a bit more inside.
Oh,I swoon while loudspeakers play soft music
Leaning over your fourtieth masterpiece
You must have loved the colours of these violins.
I wish I knew you
Your fit of insanity makes me sad
I wish you knew your music was to stay forever
And I hope…
I have no clue if you know how much it matters
And I hope…
Emily Bronte
Riches I hold in light esteem (March 1, 1841)
Riches I hold in light esteem
And Love I laugh to scorn
And lust of Fame was but a dream
That vanished with the morn–
And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is–"Leave the heart that now I bear
And give me liberty."
Yes, as my swift days near their goal
'Tis all that I implore
Through life and death, a chainless soul
With courage to endure!
Post je objavljen 13.12.2005. u 16:49 sati.