de cd is nu te koop bij boekhandel Van Ravenswaaij te Bunnik, à 9,95
ook te bestellen bij Bol.com (voor 16,99, zij bepalen zelf de prijs)
en te downloaden via iTunes.
.
(eventueel kun
je mij ook een mail sturen met je naam en adres, dan stuur ik hem
op)
This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me--
The simple
News that Nature told--
With tender Majesty Her Message is committed To
Hands I cannot see--
For love of Her-- Sweet-countrymen-
Judge
tenderly--of Me
Emily Dickinson (1830- 1886)
Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since
passion may not fire thee
Shall Nature cease to bow?
Thy mind is ever
moving
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving--
Come
back and dwell with me.
I know my mountain breezes
Enchant and soothe
the still--
I know my sunshine pleases
Despite thy wayward will.
When day with evening blending
Sinks from the summer sky,
I've seen
thy spirit bending
In fond idolatry.
I've watched thee every hour--
I know my mighty sway--
I know my magic power
To drive thy griefs
away.
Few hearts to mortals given
On earth so wildly pine,
Yet none
would ask a Heaven
More like the Earth than mine.
Then let my winds
caress thee--
Thy comrade let me be--
Since naught beside can bless
thee,
Return and dwell with me.
Emily Brontë (1818 – 1848)
I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the
grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound,
the
lights around the shore.
You have been mine before,—
How long ago I
may not know:
But just when at that swallow's soar
Your neck turned so,
Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.
Has this been thus
before?
And shall not thus time's eddying flight
Still with our lives
our love restore
In death's despite,
And day and night yield one delight
once more?
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882)
