Magnus Poeticus

Σεζάρ Φρανκ: Πρελούδιο, φούγκα και παραλλαγές

2009-11-18T12:54:00.003-08:00

G. Mahler - Symphony no. 3 - Final movement

2009-09-04T10:42:00.001-07:00

Το τέλειο έργο σε μια εκπληκτική ερμηνεία από τον "θείο" Claudio Abbado και την Ορχήστρα του Φεστιβάλ της Λουκέρνης:

Resurrexit

2009-07-26T08:23:00.001-07:00

Mahler's 4th

2009-06-21T06:14:00.000-07:00

Tierra de luz

2009-06-19T14:23:00.000-07:00

¿Dónde estás?
Yo soy solo un pasajero
Tierra de mi pensamiento
Conmigo vas

Dancing Star, My Rising Star

2009-06-18T14:01:00.000-07:00

Πρέπει να έχει μείνει χάος μέσα σου, για να μπορέσεις να γεννήσεις ένα αστέρι που χορεύει.

(Φρήντριχ Νίτσε)

Κριταί 10:15

2009-06-08T13:55:00.001-07:00

Και είπαν προς τον Κύριον οι υιοί Ισραήλ,
Ημαρτήσαμεν. Κάμε συ εις ημάς όπως είναι αρεστόν εις
τους οφθαλμούς σου. Πλην λύτρωσον ημάς, δεόμεθα, την ημέραν ταύτην.

And the children of Israel said unto the LORD, We have sinned: do thou unto us whatsoever seemeth good unto thee; deliver us only, we pray thee, this day.

Lost to the world

2009-05-29T15:55:00.000-07:00

I am lost to the world
with which I used to waste so much time,
It has heard nothing from me for so long
that it may very well believe that I am dead!

It is of no consequence to me
Whether it thinks me dead;
I cannot deny it,
for I really am dead to the world.

I am dead to the world's tumult,
And I rest in a quiet realm!
I live alone in my heaven,
In my love and in my song!

Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen,
Mit der ich sonst viele Zeit verdorben,
Sie hat so lange nichts von mir vernommen,
Sie mag wohl glauben, ich sei gestorben!

Es ist mir auch gar nichts daran gelegen,
Ob sie mich für gestorben hält,
Ich kann auch gar nichts sagen dagegen,
Denn wirklich bin ich gestorben der Welt.

Ich bin gestorben dem Weltgetümmel,
Und ruh' in einem stillen Gebiet!
Ich leb' allein in meinem Himmel,
In meinem Lieben, in meinem Lied!

Final chorus

2009-05-20T11:38:00.000-07:00

Το λογικόν άδολον γάλα

2009-05-01T07:09:00.000-07:00

Επιποθήσατε ως νεογέννητα βρέφη το λογικόν άδολον γάλα, διά να αυξηθήτε δι' αυτού, επειδή εγεύθητε ότι αγαθός ο Κύριος. Εις τον οποίον προσερχόμενοι, ως εις λίθον ζώντα, υπό μεν των ανθρώπων αποδεδοκιμασμένον, παρά δε τω Θεώ εκλεκτόν, έντιμον, και σεις, ως λίθοι ζώντες, οικοδομείσθε οίκος πνευματικός, ιεράτευμα άγιον, διά να προσφέρητε πνευματικάς θυσίας ευπροσδέκτους εις τον Θεόν διά Ιησού Χριστού·

Tenebrae - III

2009-04-30T11:10:00.001-07:00

Como la cierva sedienta

2009-04-27T11:08:00.000-07:00

Como la cierva sedienta en busca de un río,
así, Dios mío, te busco a tí.
Tengo sed de Dios, del Dios de la vida.
¿Cuándo volveré a presentarme ante Dios?

Día y noche, mis lágrimas son mi alimento,
mientras a todas horas me preguntan:
“¿Dónde está tu Dios?”

Cuando pienso en estas cosas,
doy rienda suelta a mí dolor.
Recuerdo cuando yo iba con la gente,
conduciéndola al templo de Dios entre gritos de alegría y gratitud.
¡Qué gran fiesta entonces!

Ξεκινώντας από το Πόμανοκ

2009-04-27T10:23:00.000-07:00

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Ω στενέ μου σύντροφε! Ω εσύ και εγώ επιτέλους, και μόνο εμείς οι δυο.
Ω μια λέξη να φανερώσει την ατραπό μπροστά δίχως τελειωμό!
Ω κάτι εκστατικό και αναπόδεικτο! Ω ξέφρενη μουσική!
Ω τώρα θριαμβεύω - σε λίγο και εσύ.
Ω πιασμένοι χέρι-χέρι - Ω ευεργετική χαρά - Ω άλλος ένας επιθυμών και λάτρης!
Ω που σπεύδει βαστώντας γερά κρατημένος - που σπεύδει, σπεύδει μαζί μου.

Ουώλτ Ουίτμαν, Ξεκινώντας από το Πόμανοκ (1861)
Μτφρ: Ζωή Νικολοπούλου

Η πτώση του ψεύδους

2009-04-23T14:36:00.001-07:00

Promise

2009-04-23T14:13:00.000-07:00

If you promise not to fade away...

Dedication: Befreit

2009-04-20T14:44:00.000-07:00

Στον ΑΑΙΔ

το Αντάντε από τη Συμφωνία για βιολί & ορχήστρα Dedication του Βαλεντίν Σιλβεστρόφ

Και το Befreit του Ρίχαρντ Στράους:

Αφιέρωμα

2009-04-15T09:25:00.001-07:00

Ύδατα πολλά δεν δύνανται να σβέσωσι την αγάπην.

Bachianas Brasileiras No. 5 - Aria

2009-04-12T05:33:00.000-07:00

Είχα 15 χρόνια να τ' ακούσω...

Nun will die Sonn' so hell aufgehn

2009-04-08T10:44:00.000-07:00

Τώρα ο ήλιος θα ανατείλει με τόσο φως,
σαν δυστυχία καμιά το βράδυ να' χε πέσει.

Το κακό έπεσε σε μένα μοναχά.
Ο ήλιος όμως για όλους λάμπει.

Τη νύχτα μέσα σου μην την κρατήσεις,
Σε αιώνιο φως πρέπει να την πνίξεις.

Ένα μικρό φωτάκι έσβησε στο σπιτικό μου,
Χαίρε, ω Φως της Χαράς στον κόσμο!

Nun will die Sonn' so hell aufgehn,
Als sei kein Unglück die Nacht geschehn.

Das Unglück geschah nur mir allein,
Die Sonne, sie scheinet allgemein.

Du mußt nicht die Nacht in dir verschränken,
Mußt sie ins ew'ge Licht versenken.

Ein Lämplein verlosch in meinem Zelt,
Heil sei dem Freudenlicht der Welt!

(Το ποίημα είναι του Friedrich Rückert, η μουσική πάνω στο ποίημα του Μάλερ.)

It was death. I chose Life

2009-04-03T14:52:00.000-07:00

Always the love

2009-04-02T12:14:00.001-07:00

Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.

In the deep dark

2009-04-02T12:12:00.000-07:00

Virginia Woolf: I'm dying in this town.
Leonard Woolf: If you were thinking clearly, Virginia, you would recall it was London that brought you low.
Virginia Woolf: If I were thinking clearly? If I were thinking clearly?
Leonard Woolf: We brought you to Richmond to give you peace.
Virginia Woolf: If I were thinking clearly, Leonard, I would tell you that I wrestle alone in the dark, in the deep dark, and that only I can know. Only I can understand my condition. You live with the threat, you tell me you live with the threat of my extinction. Leonard, I live with it too.

Heaven have mercy

2009-04-02T11:41:00.001-07:00

How shall I live like this...?

Λεωνίδας Καβάκος - Camerata Salzburg

2009-03-30T09:22:00.000-07:00

Ο Καβάκος με την Camerata Salzburg την οποία διευθύνει, στο Μέγαρο Μουσικής Αθηνών 9 & 10 Απρίλη 2009, σε έργα Χάυντν (8η Συμφωνία) και Μέντελσον (Κονσέρτο για βιολί σε Μι ελάσσονα). Εδώ ένα μικρό απόσπασμα από την 3η σονάτα για βιολί και πιάνο του Μπραμς:

Arvo Pärt - Stabat Mater

2009-03-29T07:29:00.000-07:00

Stabat Mater dolorósa
iuxta crucem lacrimósa,
dum pendébat Fílius.

Cuius ánimam geméntem,
contristátam et doléntem
pertransívit gládius.

O quam tristis et afflícta
fuit illa benedícta
Mater Unigéniti !

Quae moerébat et dolébat,
pia mater, cum vidébat
nati poenas íncliti.

Quis est homo, qui non fleret,
Christi Matrem si vidéret
in tanto supplício?

Quis non posset contristári,
piam Matrem contemplári
doléntem cum Filio ?

Pro peccátis suae gentis
vidit Jesum in torméntis
et flagéllis subditum.

Vidit suum dulcem natum
moriéntem desolátum,
dum emísit spíritum.

Eia, mater, fons amóris,
me sentíre vim dolóris
fac, ut tecum lúgeam.

Fac, ut árdeat cor meum
in amándo Christum Deum,
ut sibi compláceam.

Sancta Mater, istud agas,
crucifíxi fige plagas
cordi meo válide.

Tui Nati vulneráti,
tam dignáti pro me pati,
poenas mecum dívide.

Fac me vere tecum flere,
Crucifíxo condolére
donec ego víxero.

Iuxta crucem tecum stare,
te libenter sociáre
in planctu desídero.

Virgo vírginum praeclára,
mihi iam non sis amára,
fac me tecum plángere.

Fac, ut portem Christi mortem,
passiónis fac me sortem
et plagas recólere.

Fac me plagis vulnerári,
cruce hac inebriári
et cruóre Fílii.

Flammis ne urar ne succénsus,
per te, Virgo, sim defénsus
in die iudícii.

Fac me cruce custodíri
morte Christi praemuníri,
confovéri grátia.

Quando corpus moriétur,
fac, ut ánimae donétur
paradísi glória. Amen.

Lynne Dawson soprano
David James counter tenor
Rogers Covey-Crump tenor
Gidon Kremer violin
Vladimir Mendelssohn viola
Thomas Demenga cello

Recording:
January 1987
St. John's Church, London

Μπαχ - Πρελούδιο & Φούγκα σε Ντο ύφεση ελάσσονα

2009-03-29T07:25:00.000-07:00

Μια φοβερή εκτέλεση από τον Σβατοσλάβ Ρίχτερ

Tu Rex Gloriae Christe

2009-03-27T12:34:00.000-07:00

Tu Rex Gloriae Christe

Sentir l' amour devant tout ce qui passe...

2009-03-24T10:43:00.000-07:00

S'asseoir tous deux au bord du flot qui passe,
Le voir passer,
Tous deux s'il glisse un nuage en l'espace,
Le voir glisser,

À l'horizon s'il fume un toit de chaume
Le voir fumer,
Aux alentours si quelque fleur embaume
S'en embaumer,

Entendre au pied du saule où l'eau murmure
L'eau murmurer,
Ne pas sentir tant que ce rêve dure
Le temps durer.

Mais n'apportant de passion profonde
Qu'à s'adorer,
Sans nul souci des querelles du monde
Les ignorer;

Et seuls tous deux devant tout ce qui lasse
Sans se lasser,
Sentir l'amour devant tout ce qui passe
Ne point passer!

Primavera

2009-03-21T08:54:00.001-07:00

A Prayer in Spring

Robert Frost (1915)

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; And make us happy in the happy bees, The swarm dilating round the perfect trees. And make us happy in the darting bird That suddenly above the bees is heard, The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, And off a blossom in mid air stands still. For this is love and nothing else is love, The which it is reserved for God above To sanctify to what far ends He will, But which it only needs that we fulfil.

Come into the garden, Maud

2009-03-12T13:24:00.000-07:00


COME into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,	5
And the musk of the rose is blown.

For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,	10
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.

All night have the roses heard
The flute, violin, bassoon;
All night has the casement jessamine stirr’d	15
To the dancers dancing in tune;
Till silence fell with the waking bird,
And a hush with the setting moon.

I said to the lily, “There is but one
With whom she has heart to be gay.	20
When will the dancers leave her alone?
She is weary of dance and play.”
Now half to the setting moon are gone,
And half to the rising day;
Low on the sand and loud on the stone	25
The last wheel echoes away.

I said to the rose, “The brief night goes
In babble and revel and wine.
O young lord-lover, what sighs are those,
For one that will never be thine?	30
But mine, but mine,” I sware to the rose,
“For ever and ever, mine.”

And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
As the music clash’d in the hall:
And long by the garden lake I stood,	35
For I heard your rivulet fall
From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,
Our wood, that is dearer than all;

From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
That whenever a March-wind sighs	40
He sets the jewel-print of your feet
In violets blue as your eyes,
To the woody hollows in which we meet
And the valleys of Paradise.

The slender acacia would not shake	45
One long milk-bloom on the tree;
The white lake-blossom fell into the lake
As the pimpernel doz’d on the lea;
But the rose was awake all night for your sake,
Knowing your promise to me;	50
The lilies and roses were all awake,
They sigh’d for the dawn and thee.

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
Come hither, the dances are done,
In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,	55
Queen lily and rose in one;
Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls,
To the flowers, and be their sun.

There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.	60
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries, “She is near, she is near;”
And the white rose weeps, “She is late;”
The larkspur listens, “I hear, I hear;”	65
And the lily whispers, “I wait.”

She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed;	70
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.

Poem by Alfred Tennyson. Art by John Waterhouse.

Silouans Song

2009-03-03T13:24:00.000-08:00

Te Deum

2009-02-24T12:56:00.000-08:00

Te Deum laudamus:
te Dominum confitemur.
Te aeternum Patrem
omnis terra veneratur.
Tibi omnes Angeli;
tibi caeli et universae Potestates;
Tibi Cherubim et Seraphim
incessabili voce proclamant:
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus,
Dominus Deus Sabaoth.
Pleni sunt caeli et terra
maiestatis gloriae tuae.
Te gloriosus Apostolorum chorus,
Te Prophetarum laudabilis numerus,
Te Martyrum candidatus laudat exercitus.
Te per orbem terrarum
sancta confitetur Ecclesia,
Patrem immensae maiestatis:
Venerandum tuum verum et unicum Filium;
Sanctum quoque Paraclitum Spiritum.
Tu Rex gloriae, Christe.
Tu Patris sempiternus es Filius.
Tu ad liberandum suscepturus hominem,
non horruisti Virginis uterum.
Tu, devicto mortis aculeo, aperuisti
credentibus regna caelorum.
Tu ad dexteram Dei sedes, in gloria Patris.
Iudex crederis esse venturus.
Te ergo quaesumus, tuis famulis subveni:
quos pretioso sanguine redemisti.
Aeterna fac cum sanctis tuis in gloria numerari.
Salvum fac populum tuum,
Domine, et benedic hereditati tuae.
Et rege eos, et extolle illos usque in aeternum.
Per singulos dies benedicimus te;
Et laudamus Nomen tuum in saeculum, et in saeculum saeculi.
Dignare, Domine, die isto sine peccato nos custodire.
Miserere nostri domine, miserere nostri.
Fiat misericordia tua,
Domine, super nos, quemadmodum speravimus in te.
In te, Domine, speravi:
non confundar in aeternum.

We praise thee, O God
: we acknowledge thee to be the Lord.
All the earth doth worship thee
: the Father everlasting.
To thee all Angels cry aloud
: the Heavens, and all the Powers therein.
To thee Cherubim and Seraphim
: continually do cry,
Holy, Holy, Holy
: Lord God of Sabaoth;
Heaven and earth are full of the Majesty
: of thy glory.
The glorious company of the Apostles : praise thee.
The goodly fellowship of the Prophets : praise thee.
The noble army of Martyrs : praise thee.
The holy Church throughout all the world
: doth acknowledge thee;
The Father : of an infinite Majesty;
Thine honourable, true : and only Son;
Also the Holy Ghost : the Comforter.
Thou art the King of Glory : O Christ.
Thou art the everlasting Son : of the Father.
When thou tookest upon thee to deliver man
: thou didst not abhor the Virgin's womb.
When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death
: thou didst open the Kingdom of Heaven to all believers.
Thou sittest at the right hand of God : in the glory of the Father.
We believe that thou shalt come : to be our Judge.
We therefore pray thee, help thy servants
: whom thou hast redeemed with thy precious blood.
Make them to be numbered with thy Saints : in glory everlasting.
O Lord, save thy people
: and bless thine heritage.
Govern them : and lift them up for ever.
Day by day : we magnify thee;
And we worship thy Name : ever world without end.
Vouchsafe, O Lord : to keep us this day without sin.
O Lord, have mercy upon us : have mercy upon us.
O Lord, let thy mercy lighten upon us
: as our trust is in thee.
O Lord, in thee have I trusted
: let me never be confounded.

Lamentate

2009-02-14T11:13:00.000-08:00

Ένα εκπληκτικό έργο, ιερή μουσική:

Paul Celan - Psalm

2009-02-04T12:02:00.001-08:00

No one kneads us again out of earth and clay,
no one incants our dust. No one.

Blessed art thou, No One.
In thy sight would
we bloom.
In thy
spite.

A Nothing
we were, are now, and ever
shall be, blooming:
the Nothing-, the
No-One's-Rose.

With
our pistil soul-bright,
our stamen heaven-waste,
our corona red
from the purpleword we sang
over, O over
the thorn.

Translation © 2001 by John Felstiner.

Hans Sahl - Strophen

2009-02-04T11:56:00.000-08:00

I go slowly hence from the world
Into a domain beyond all distance,
And what I was and am and shall remain
Goes with me hasteless and forebearing
Into a country 'til yet untrod

I go slowly hence from time
Into a future beyond the stars,
And what I was and am and ever shall remain
Goes with me hasteless and forebearing,

As though I'd not, or scarcely, ever been.

(English translation by Professor Michael I. Allen, Chicago)

Strophes

Je quitte lentement le monde
Et entre dans un paysage au-delà de tout lointain,
Et ce qu fus, suis et suis encore
M’accompagne sans hâte ni impatience
Dans un pays ou nul encore n’a pénétré.

Je quitte lentement le temps
Et entre dans un avenir au-delà de toutes les étoiles,
Et ce que fus, suis et serai toujours
M’accompagne sans hâte ni impatience
Comme si je n’avais jamais existé, ou si peu.

Stanzas

"Quite slowly I'm walking from the world
into a landscape further off than far,
And what I was and am and shall remain
as patient, as unhurried walks with me
into a country never trodden yet.

Quite slowly I'm walking out of time
into a future further than any star,
and what I was am and ever shall be
as patient, as unhurried walks with me
as though I'd never been or hardly been."

Now sleeps the crimson petal

2009-02-04T11:54:00.000-08:00

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.

(Lord Alfred Tennyson)

C.S.Lewis - Προσευχή

2009-01-29T10:30:00.000-08:00

Κύριε, λένε, όταν
νομίζω πώς μαζί σου κουβεντιάζω,
αφού Εσύ απόκριση δε δίνεις, είν' όλα όνειρο:
είμαι εγώ που για τους δυό μιλάω.

Έχουνε κάπως δίκιο· όχι όμως,
όπως εκείνοι το νομίζουν· τι, πιότερο
μέσα μου ζητάω κείνα που θα 'θελα να πω
και να, οι πηγές έχουν στερέψει.

Και τότε, βλέποντάς με άδειο
ξεχνάς του ακροατή το ρόλο
και στα νεκρά μου χείλη φυσάς πνοή
για να εκφράσουν σκέψεις που όμοιες δεν είχα γνωρίσει.

(μετάφραση: Μερόπη Οικονόμου)

John Donne - A Valediction Forbidding Mourning

2009-01-28T12:23:00.000-08:00

(Το Ι.Δ.)

As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls, to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"The breath goes now," and some say, "No:"

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears;
Men reckon what it did, and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refin'd,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end, where I begun.

Charles Olson - The Ring Of

2009-01-28T12:14:00.001-08:00

The Ring Of

It was the west wind caught her up, as

she rose

from the genital

wave, and bore her from the delicate

foam, home

to her isle

and those lovers of the difficult, the hours

of the golden day welcomed her, clad her, were

as though they had made her, were wild

to bring this new thing born

of the ring of the sea pink

& naked, this girl, brought her

to the face of the gods, violets

in her hair

Beauty, and she

said no to zeus & them all, all were not or

was it she chose the ugliest

to bed with, or was it straight

and to expiate the nature of beauty, was it?

knowing hours, anyway,

she did not stay long, or the lame

was only one part, & the handsome

mars had her And the child

had that name, the arrow of

as the flight of, the move of

his mother who adorneth

with myrtle the dolphin and words

they rise, they do who

are born of like

elements

Walt Whitman - Starting from Paumanok

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O camerado close! O you and me at last, and us two only.
O a word to clear one's path ahead endlessly!
O something ecstatic and undemonstrable! O music wild!
O now I triumph--and you shall also;
O hand in hand--O wholesome pleasure--O one more desirer and lover!
O to haste firm holding--to haste, haste on with me.

Walt Whitman - COME SAID MY SOUL

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COME, SAID MY SOUL,
SUCH VERSES FOR MY BODY LET US WRITE, (FOR WE ARE ONE),
THAT SHOULD I AFTER DEATH INVISIBLY RETURN,
OR, LONG, LONG HENCE, IN OTHER SPHERES,
THERE TO SOME GROUP OF MATES THE CHANTS RESUMING,
(TALLYING EARTH'S SOIL, TREES, WINDS, TUMULTUOUS WAVES,)
EVER WITH PLEAS'D SMILE I MAY KEEP ON,
EVER AND EVER YET THE VERSES OWNING--AS, FIRST, I HERE AND NOW,
SIGNING FOR SOUL AND BODY, SET TO THEM MY NAME,

WALT WHITMAN Inscription to Leaves of Grass (1876)

Shakespeare - Sonnet 116

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.