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Monday, April 09, 2018
The Prince of Egypt and the Sphinx
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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
I think I've raised this before. "I Met My True Love Walking" sounds like a candidate for setting to music. Not by me, of course, although I might find a tune that fits. Mind you it can be a painful experience for the poet: music loves "ah" but hates the e in "the". Adjustments may be necessary.
ReplyDeleteAnd maybe I have said this before (if so, apologies!), but I'm sure that I was thinking of Yeats's "Down by the Salley Gardens," which has been set to music multiple times...
DeleteThis is what I mean when I say I have no idea how your poems will swerve. The first stanza is idyllic (I love the image of the prince sleeping between the Sphinx's paws), the second prods and doubts (how do we know the Sphinx doesn't give that dream to everyone who sleeps at her feet, and that scores of men didn't pick away the sand with no reward at all?).
ReplyDelete"True Love" could surely be set to music without changing a syllable. I'd repeat the last line of each stanza, though, and maybe modulate from major to minor for the second half. Yes, that's what I'd do.
Well, I will leaves those musical decisions to you and the alliterative Roderick Robinson!
DeleteI like your reading of the poem (as usual.)
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DeleteAaaagh!
Typos are my enemy!
If we were meant to use keyboards, God would've given us 60 fingers!
DeleteMmm. I'm visualizing them in various conformations. Not attractive. Probably hard to get dressed, too.
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