Walking the Miz-maze
on St. Catherine’s hill
counting orchids while the setting sun,
with practised skill,
is setting the sky all on fire.
Going down steppes
a stride and a half each one
to where plague pits give context.
The woodman’s fire among the trees
in the gathering dusk
a bowl of incense,
lacking only musk.
Blue Iris stands alone
among reeds taller than she
looking over the river,
a princess among her courtiers I see
waiting for her prince.
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by The Totton linnet
Photo [...]
St. Catherines hill [Winchester]
In the distance a dog barks
There is my dove, my love
looking in my window,
leaning on the fence.
speaking to me of times,
of comings to and fro.
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Where will you make your bed?
what corner have you found?
will lilies be there ?
the song of the blackbird?
far from the citysound.
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In the distance a dog barks
there must be a reason,
far away warning
we will not hear it
for this is our season.
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The shade of the [...]
Greensleeves the ballad by SasuSaku
AND THE MUSIC BY ANDRE VIOLIN
Pokarekare Ana sung by Hayley Westenra
This most simple and loveliest of love songs sung as only Hayley can sing it. With english lyrics.
This song arose in the north of Aukland at the start of world war 1. http://www.maoriweddings.co.nz/hinemoa.html
POKAREKARE ANA
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They are stirred
the waters of Lake Rotorua
cross over to me girl
for now they are calm
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Oh girl
return to me
or else [...]
What a cold little hand [Che gelida manina]
With youtube link Luciano Pavarotti sings live from the opera.
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Mimi’s candle has blown out so she knocks on Rudolfo’s door for help to relight it, during which process she loses her key which Rudolfo finds but pockets, he doesn’t want her to leave, in this most beautiful of songs he tells her why.
What a cold little hand
let me warm [...]
