extra brut - secunda entrega

billy blake fue un creador exaltado. exaltado por todo su alrededor. es genial lo que logró con el lenguaje: música profundamente oscura. es genial lo que logró con la plástica: estremecernos de sensaciones.
me emociona.
no sé.
seguramente, vuelva a exhibirlo en algún momento porque cada cosa que hizo le hace muy bien a maida´s soul. aclaro que le fui fiel a su lengua, sería un error musical postearlo en castellano, quien lo desee puedo poner luego la traducción, just tell me! (agradezcamusle la bilingüidad a dear marta).




EARTH´S ANSWER

Earth rais´d up her head
from the darkness dread & drear
Her light fled,
stony dread!
and her locks cover´d with grey dispair.

Prison´d on wat´ry shore,
starry Jealousy
does keep my den;
cold and hoar,
weeping o´er,
I hear the Father of the ancient men.

Selfish Father of men!
Cruel, jealous, selfish fear!
can delight,
chain´d in night
the virgins of youth and morning bear!

Does spring hide its joy
when buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower
sow by night
Or the plowman in darkness plow?!

Break this heavy chains
that does freeze my bones around.
Selfish! Vain!
Eternal bane!
that free Love with boundage bound.

A LITTLE GIRL LOST

Children of the future Age
reading this indignant page,
know that in a former time
Love! sweet Love!
was thought a crime.

In the Age of Gold,
free from winter´s cold,
youth and maiden bright
to the holy light,
naked in the sunny beams delight.

Once a youthful pair,
fill´d with softest care,
met in garden bright
where the holy light
had just remov´d the curtains of the night.

There, in raising day,
on the grass they play;
parents were afar,
strangers came not near,
and the maiden soon forgot her fear.

Tired with kisses sweet,
they agree to meet
when the silent sleep
waves o´er heavens´s deep.

To her father white
came the maiden bright;
but his loving look,
like the holy book,
all her tender limbs with terror shook.

Ona! pale and weak!
to thy father speak;
O, the trembling fear!
O, the dismal care!
that shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair.