«El poema es mi siervo»
«Soy el que canta»
Šelomo ibn Gabirol
Silencio
Así como del fondo de la música
brota una nota
que mientras vibra crece y se adelgaza
hasta que en otra música enmudece,
brota del fondo del silencio
otro silencio, aguda torre, espada,
y sube y crece y nos suspende
y mientras sube caen
recuerdos, esperanzas,
las pequeñas mentiras y las grandes,
y queremos gritar y en la garganta
se desvanece el grito:
desembocamos al silencio
en donde los silencios enmudecen.
Octavio Paz
1971
The flute player, 1621
Abraham Bloemaert
(To E. G.)
WITH pipe and flute the rustic Pan
Of old made music sweet for man;
And wonder hushed the warbling bird,
And closer drew the calm-eyed herd,--
The rolling river slowlier ran.
Ah! would,--ah! would, a little span,
Some air of Arcady could fan
This age of ours, too seldom stirred,
With pipe and flute!
But now for gold we plot and plan;
And from Beersheba unto Dan,
Apollo's self might pass unheard,
Or find the night-jar's note preferred;--
Not so it fared, when time began,
With pipe and flute!
Henry Austin Dobson
1840 - 1921
Flute Sonata in G major
Johan Phillip Kirnberger 1721- 1783
MUSICS EMPIRE
First was the world as one great cymbal made,
Where jarring winds to infant Nature played.
All music was a solitary sound,
To hollow rocks and murm'ring fountains bound.
Jubal first made the wilder notes agree;
And Jubal tuned music's Jubilee;
He call'd the echoes from their sullen cell,
And built the organ's city where they dwell.
Each sought a consort in that lovely place,
And virgin trebles wed the manly bass.
From whence the progeny of numbers new
Into harmonious colonies withdrew.
Some to the lute, some to the viol went,
And others chose the cornet eloquent,
These practicing the wind, and those the wire,
To sing men's triumphs, or in Heaven's choir.
Then music, the mosaic of the air,
Did of all these a solemn noise prepare;
With which she gain'd the empire of the ear,
Including all between the earth and sphere.
Victorious sounds! yet here your homage do
Unto a gentler conqueror than you;
Who though he flies the music of his praise,
Would with you Heaven's Hallelujahs raise.
Andrew Marwell
The Allegory of Air,
from a series on the "Allegory of the Elements", 1621
Jan the Elder Brueghel
Ave Veloz
El Arabi Ensemble · Eduardo Paniagua
"Yo soy la poesía, y la poesía es mi esclava.
Para poetas y músicos soy un arpa.
Mis poemas son como coronas de reyes,
tiaras en las cabezas de los magnates.
Aquí me veis, tengo dieciséis años,
más mi mente comprende como un octogenario"
Selomoh ben Yehudah ibn Gabirol,
1021 -1070
Antoine Watteau
1684 - 1721
A Song.
If Wine And Music Have The Power
If wine and music have the power
To ease the sickness of the soul,
Let Phoebis every string explore,
And Bacchus fill the sprightly bowl:
Let them their friendly aid employ
To make my Cloe's absense light,
And seek for pleasure to destroy
The sorrows of this live-long night.
But she to-morrow will return:
Venus, be thou to-morrow great;
Thy myrtles strow, thy odours burn,
And meet thy favourite nymph in state,
Kind goddess, to no other powers
Let us to-morrow's blessings own,
Thy darling Loves shall guide the hours,
And all the day be thine alone.
Matthew Prior
1621 - 1678
¡Oh música !
¡Doncella descendiente de esferas. Amiga del Placer!
¡Ayuda de la sabiduría!
William Collins
1721 - 1759
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