Silent Noon

Ian Bostridge sings Vaughan Williams: Silent Noon



Silent Noon (Sonnet XIX)

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,-
The finger-points look through, like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
All round our nest far, as the eye can pass
Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge
'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun searched groves, a dragon-fly
Hangs, like a blue thread loosened from the sky:-
So this winged hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.

-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti
music by Ralph Vaughan Williams

[Why people lie?]

'you mean they don't tell the truth?'

[right, that's what I mean lies....]

'well, maybe because the dignity, or they are just scared.'

'but sometimes telling the truth makes them feel vulnerable......'

[:) we are not perfect.]

future

"your future base on your dream," so go to sleep.