The cozy street in the village of Kalami, Corfu Island, Greece.
September, 2014.
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music bonus:
Today I found on YouTube an amazing song.
The Armenian musical collective «Project LA» with the participation of the famous Armenian singer Narine Dovlatyan performs the poem of Edgar Allan Poe «The Village Street». This is a unique combination of difficult poetic form, ease of musical performance and soft, divine voice of Narine.
Be sure to listen! It's something very, very special.
Yours, Alexander F.
«The village street»
written by Edgar Allan Poe
performed by Project LA feat. Narine Dovlatyan
(«Collection of Sadness» 2017)
In these rapid, restless shadows, once I walked at eventide,
When a gentle, silent maiden, walked in beauty at my side.
She alone there walked beside me, all in beauty, like a bride,
Pallidly the moon was shining on the dewy meadows nigh.
On the silvery, silent rivers, on the mountains far and high,
On the ocean's star-lit waters, where the winds a-weary die.
Slowly, silently we wandered from the open cottage door,
Underneath the elm's long branches to the pavement bending o'er;
(Underneath the mossy willow And the dying sycamore.)
With the myriad stars in beauty, all bedight, the heavens were seen,
Radiant hopes were bright around me, like the light of stars serene.
Like the mellow midnight splendor of the Night's irradiate queen,
Audibly the elm-leaves whispered peaceful, pleasant melodies.
Like the distant murmured music of unquiet, lovely seas;
While the winds were hushed in slumber in the fragrant flowers and trees.
(Wondrous and unwonted beauty still adorning all did seem,
While I told my love in fables 'neath the willows by the stream.)
Would the heart have kept unspoken love that was its rarest dream!
Instantly away we wandered in the shadowy twilight tide.
She, the silent, scornful maiden, walking calmly at my side,
(With a step serene and stately, all in beauty, all in pride.
Vacantly I walked beside her. On the earth mine eyes were cast;
Swift and keen there came unto me Bitter memories of the past
On me, like the rain in Autumn on the dead leaves, cold and fast.)
Underneath the elms we parted, by the lowly cottage door;
One brief word alone was uttered never on our lips before;
And away I walked forlornly, broken-hearted evermore.
(Slowly, silently I loitered, homeward, in the night, alone;
Sudden anguish bound my spirit, that my youth had never known;
Wild unrest, like that which cometh when the night's first dream hath flown.)
Now, to me the elm-leaves whisper mad, discordant melodies,
And keen melodies like shadows haunt the moaning willow trees,
And the sycamores with laughter mock me in the nightly breeze,
(Sad and pale the Autumn moonlight through the sighing foliage streams;
And each morning, midnight shadow, shadow of my sorrow seems;)
Strive, O heart, forget thine idol! And, O soul, forget thy dreams!
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In these rapid, restless shadows, once I walked at eventide,
When a gentle, silent maiden, walked in beauty at my side.
She alone there walked beside me, all in beauty, like a bride,
Pallidly the moon was shining on the dewy meadows nigh.
On the silvery, silent rivers, on the mountains far and high,
On the ocean's star-lit waters, where the winds a-weary die.
Slowly, silently we wandered from the open cottage door,
Underneath the elm's long branches to the pavement bending o'er;
(Underneath the mossy willow And the dying sycamore.)
With the myriad stars in beauty, all bedight, the heavens were seen,
Radiant hopes were bright around me, like the light of stars serene.
Like the mellow midnight splendor of the Night's irradiate queen,
Audibly the elm-leaves whispered peaceful, pleasant melodies.
Like the distant murmured music of unquiet, lovely seas;
While the winds were hushed in slumber in the fragrant flowers and trees.
(Wondrous and unwonted beauty still adorning all did seem,
While I told my love in fables 'neath the willows by the stream.)
Would the heart have kept unspoken love that was its rarest dream!
Instantly away we wandered in the shadowy twilight tide.
She, the silent, scornful maiden, walking calmly at my side,
(With a step serene and stately, all in beauty, all in pride.
Vacantly I walked beside her. On the earth mine eyes were cast;
Swift and keen there came unto me Bitter memories of the past
On me, like the rain in Autumn on the dead leaves, cold and fast.)
Underneath the elms we parted, by the lowly cottage door;
One brief word alone was uttered never on our lips before;
And away I walked forlornly, broken-hearted evermore.
(Slowly, silently I loitered, homeward, in the night, alone;
Sudden anguish bound my spirit, that my youth had never known;
Wild unrest, like that which cometh when the night's first dream hath flown.)
Now, to me the elm-leaves whisper mad, discordant melodies,
And keen melodies like shadows haunt the moaning willow trees,
And the sycamores with laughter mock me in the nightly breeze,
(Sad and pale the Autumn moonlight through the sighing foliage streams;
And each morning, midnight shadow, shadow of my sorrow seems;)
Strive, O heart, forget thine idol! And, O soul, forget thy dreams!
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