Two from the heart..

Been struggling to dig myself out of a hole this morning, with limited success.. so, where to turn? Where else but the oft-maligned wonder that is the worldwide web. In the space of five minutes I’d found these two treasures, which I’m pretty sure I’ve never stumbled across before, by two of the artists I most revere. And, for the moment, life is good again..


.. Not a song – a poem..

Browning Decides to Be a Poet

by Jorge Luis Borges

In these red labyrinths of London
I find that I have chosen
the strangest of all callings,
save that, in its way, any calling is strange.
Like the alchemist
who sought the philosopher’s stone
in quicksilver,
I shall make everyday words–
the gambler’s marked cards, the common coin–
give off the magic that was there
when Thor was both the god and the din,
the thunderclap and the prayer.
In today’s dialect
I shall say, in my fashion, eternal things:
I shall try to be worthy
of the great echo of Byron.
This dust that I am will be invulnerable.
If a woman shares my love
my verse will touch the tenth sphere of the concentric heavens;
if a woman turns my love aside
I will make of my sadness a music,
a full river to resound through time.
I shall live by forgetting myself.
I shall be the face I glimpse and forget,
I shall be Judas who takes on
the divine mission of being a betrayer,
I shall be Caliban in his bog,
I shall be a mercenary who dies
without fear and without faith,
I shall be Polycrates, who looks in awe
upon the seal returned by fate.
I will be the friend who hates me.
The Persian will give me the nightingale, and Rome the sword.
Masks, agonies, resurrections
will weave and unweave my life,
and in time I shall be Robert Browning.


.. Not a poem – a song..

The Windmills of Your Mind

By Michel Legrand


5 thoughts on “Two from the heart..

  1. Selections for all time. Nice…
    The poem draws a face of character, the song finishes by adding lines of expression.
    A composer’s interpretation doesn’t always do the work justice; that’s certainly not the case here.
    Sure would love to hear William Shatner do a read of the poem…KIDDING!(sorry).

  2. I can’t get away from this song this week! Thomas Crown has been tormenting me.

    Of course, I had to go back and read the poem in Shatner style. Works…well.

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