quinta-feira, novembro 11, 2004
Ainda Antony.
The Lake - Edgar Allan Poe
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody-
Then- ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define-
Nor Love- although the Love were thine.
Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining-
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.
Este poema é cantado magistralmente pelo Antony no seu novo Ep, o tal da capa com a Candy Darling. Antony faz algumas alterações ao poema original. É lindo. Vejam
aqui uma animação sobre o tema.
Eu sei que ando muito Antony-oriented, mas acreditem que há muito não me apaixonava desta forma por uma voz, conhecendo posteriormente o Artista percebi que a voz doce e gentil era apenas o reflexo de um ser humano único. Thank you, Antony!
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