March 21, 2009

Music

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Let the delightful words of this beautiful poem,
charm and inspire your busy day.


--Description: Baudelaire C., 19th C, Music--


MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea
Towards my planet pale,
Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity
I lift my wandering sail.

With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
And through the cordage wail,
I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me
Beneath her sombre veil.

I feel the tremblings of all passions known
To ships before the breeze;
Cradled by gentle winds, or tempest-blown

I pass the abysmal seas
That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
Of my despair!


Charles Baudelaire

--Did You Know:  Baudelaire was a slow and fastidious worker, often sidetracked by indolence, emotional distress and illness, and it was not until 1857 that he published his first and most famous volume of poems, Les Fleurs du mal (The Flowers of Evil) .

--Word of the Day:  titivate (TIT-i-vayt), verb 
Meaning: To make smarter; to spruce up; to decorate.
Example: "[Karen Kilimnik's] journey has been marked by theatricality -- such as putting small, roughly painted pictures in a Venetian palazzo titivated with flowers and feathers."
(Philippa Stockley; A Wacky Take on the 18th Century; Evening Standard London, UK); Feb 21, 2007.)

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