Saturday, March 07, 2009

Friday Poetry

Set Me as a Seal
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm;
for love is strong as death,
Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can floods drown it.

This is a text from the Song of Solomon used by Rene Clausen in the piece of that same name. I love this piece and planned on having a choir sing it at my wedding, but never got it together in time, or at all, for that matter.
One of this blogs readers, at least one!, hates the flower language of heart for love. The heart is an organ, not associated with love. This is true. I still love the ideas in it. Plus, it shows that the Bible has some really interesting things in it. Bom, chicka-bow-wow!
Beck and I had some of this chapter read at our wedding. I don't understand most of it, but... here it goes. Comment if you wish. Tell me your thoughts.

To Music, to becalm his Fever
Robert Herrick. 1591–1674

CHARM me asleep, and melt me so
With thy delicious numbers,
That, being ravish'd, hence I go
Away in easy slumbers.
Ease my sick head,
And make my bed,
Thou power that canst sever
From me this ill,
And quickly still,
Though thou not kill
My fever.

Thou sweetly canst convert the same
From a consuming fire
Into a gentle licking flame,
And make it thus expire.
Then make me weep
My pains asleep;
And give me such reposes
That I, poor I,
May think thereby
I live and die
'Mongst roses.

Fall on me like the silent dew,
Or like those maiden showers
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
A baptim o'er the flowers.
Melt, melt my pains
With thy soft strains;
That, having ease me given,
With full delight
I leave this light,
And take my flight
For Heaven.
I swear I mentioned this already, but I couldn't find it anywhere. This is a piece I want sung at my funeral. In the recording, the baritones couldn't get the last phrase, and I, thinking I was to blame, stopped singing. This was a mistake. Whether or not I was the culprit, the wrong notes are in the recording that is sent out by the publisher and no one can blame me. Regardless, I love this piece and thank David Dickau for writing it.

Song of Solomon

1 O that you were like a brother to me, who nursed at my mother's breast! If I met you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me. 2 I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother, and into the chamber of the one who bore me. F20 I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranates. 3 O that his left hand were under my head, and that his right hand embraced me! 4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up or awaken love until it is ready!

5 Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labor with you; there she who bore you was in labor. 6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, passion fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a raging flame. 7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If one offered for love all the wealth of one's house, it would be utterly scorned.

8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister, on the day when she is spoken for? 9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a battlement of silver; but if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. 10 I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who brings F21 peace. 11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he entrusted the vineyard to keepers; each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver. 12 My vineyard, my very own, is for myself; you, O Solomon, may have the thousand, and the keepers of the fruit two hundred!

13 O you who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice; let me hear it. 14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices!


Jason said...

One of this blogs readers . . . hates the flower language of heart for love.

To whom might you be referring, young man?

Baritonality said...

Oops, I'm caught!

Sorry about the typo too!