It's a fresh take on "spring rain" in the opening lines, Ken.
"In this decayed hole among the mountainsIn the faint moonlight, the grass is singingOver the tumbled graves, about the chapelThere is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home.It has no windows, and the door swings,Dry bones can harm no one.Only a cock stood on the roof-treeCo co rico co co ricoIn a flash of lightning. Then a damp gustBringing rain"Cheers,CR
On Saturday, April 16, 2016, Ken Armstrong <[log in to unmask]');" target="_blank">[log in to unmask]> wrote:Following CR's operatic Vivienne links I found this on the UK Eliot Society's site:
At first I thought that might not be a welcome sight first thing driving to work just before daybreak. Then I noticed, it being writ so large, that the stage is after all set by a wakening spring rain. The roots may be dull, but they're being stirred. An opening note of hopefulness arcing over the waste land?
On 4/15/2016 9:48 AM, Chanan Mittal wrote:
Operatic Song Cycle 'Vivienne'