written by Wallace Stevens
read by La Brisa Day Roché circa 1996/97
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Courtesy D. Chamberlin
First Girl
When this yokel comes maundering,
Whetting his hacker,
I shall run before him,
Diffusing the civilest odors
Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers.
It will check him.
Second Girl
I shall run before him,
Arching cloths besprinkled with colors
As small as fish-eggs.
The threads
Will abash him.
Third Girl
Oh, la...le pauvre!
I shall run before him,
With a curious puffing.
He will bend his ear then.
I shall whisper
Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals.
It will undo him.
3 comments:
hum,,Very difficult poem.
I think to listen to the music is to against the world!(of cours,Brisa's song.too!)
Wallace Stevens was (may still be) Brisa's favorite poet. She can recite his work from memory. This is quintessential young Brisa reciting into an answering machine - which we would often do, instead of leaving an ordinary message. Darick, the recipient, being part of her circle of artist friends who made, shared and loved: poetry, art, music and each other.
http://raphaelgir.free.fr/pages/films.html
films et chansons de Brisa.
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