[ALLEGRO NON MOLTO; "brisk but not fast"]
In a harsh season burned by the sun,
Man and flock languish,
And the pine tree is scorched;
In a harsh season burned by the sun,
Man and flock languish,
And the pine tree is scorched;
[ALLEGRO e tutto sopra il canto; "brisk, lively, all on the A string (modern tuning G string"]
The cuckoo unleashes its voice, and soon
The cuckoo unleashes its voice, and soon
[ALLEGRO NON MOLTO]
We hear the songs of the turtle-dove and the goldfinch.
We hear the songs of the turtle-dove and the goldfinch.
Sweet Zephyr* blows, but Boreas** suddenly
Opens a dispute with his neighbor;
And the shepherd laments his fate,
For he fears a fierce squall is coming.
And the shepherd laments his fate,
For he fears a fierce squall is coming.
[ADAGIO & PRESTO, alternately; "slow tempo" & "rapid tempo"]
His weary limbs are robbed of rest
By his fear of fierce thunder and lightning
And by the furious swarm of flies and blowflies.
[PRESTO]
Alas, his fears are only too real:
The sky fills with thunder and lightning,
And hailstorms hew off the heads of proud cornstalks.
*A sweet, gently warm west wind
**A cold, fierce north wind (in large, flat countries, the collision of these two can brew tornadoes)
[obviously, Vivaldi was not a big fan of summer]
By his fear of fierce thunder and lightning
And by the furious swarm of flies and blowflies.
[PRESTO]
Alas, his fears are only too real:
The sky fills with thunder and lightning,
And hailstorms hew off the heads of proud cornstalks.
*A sweet, gently warm west wind
**A cold, fierce north wind (in large, flat countries, the collision of these two can brew tornadoes)
[obviously, Vivaldi was not a big fan of summer]
2 comments:
Marie,
I love, love love this blog! The poetry you share is gorgeous, sensual, illuminating.
Thanks for the explanatory notes
Thanks for the encouragement. Glad you like it. I'm glad that you, too, see there is a very valid Christian sensualism. Gerard Manley Hopkins was all about that!
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