(video still)‘Listening to the Lark’ by Daniel Magdalen (with Video) The Society January 16, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 10 Comments On Ralph Vaughan Williams’ The Lark Ascending, a romance for violin and orchestra inspired by George Meredith’s poem of the same title (see both below). Past years of smoke and pain, a tune in ether flows Untouched, while spreading forth from inspiration’s spring: Swift crystal tones unite in winding flight to bring The lark to life, from words in which its song once rose. A sylvan scene of yore is summoned through a string, Far, lost to time, yet to our feeling’s pulse so near – The rushing wings of sound, the breathless voice we hear Reflect a life that’s there no more to rise and sing… Perceptions come to deepen, further as we peer Through olden times’ clear lens of peacefulness and care For life’s pure colors few now know and fewer share, Thus, less can these live on with each new clouded year. A wordless poem crystallizes in the air, Addressing all who pause to listen and can gaze Above the ceaseless to and fro of earthbound days; For to our fleeting focus, nothing’s pictured there. The tuneful echoes brighten, piercing through the haze Of self-absorption, as a waking call to keep Alive each creature’s destined voice… The lark may leap Then towards tomorrow, further trails of song to blaze. The Lark Ascending by George Meredith He rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound, Of many links without a break, In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake, All intervolved and spreading wide, Like water-dimples down a tide Where ripple ripple overcurls And eddy into eddy whirls; A press of hurried notes that run So fleet they scarce are more than one, Yet changeingly the trills repeat And linger ringing while they fleet, Sweet to the quick o’ the ear, and dear To her beyond the handmaid ear, Who sits beside our inner springs, Too often dry for this he brings, Which seems the very jet of earth At sight of sun, her music’s mirth, As up he wings the spiral stair, A song of light, and pierces air With fountain ardour, fountain play, To reach the shining tops of day, And drink in everything discerned An ecstasy to music turned, Impelled by what his happy bill Disperses; drinking, showering still, Unthinking save that he may give His voice the outlet, there to live Renewed in endless notes of glee, So thirsty of his voice is he, For all to hear and all to know That he is joy, awake, aglow; The tumult of the heart to hear Through pureness filtered crystal-clear, And know the pleasure sprinkled bright By simple singing of delight; Shrill, irreflective, unrestrained, Rapt, ringing, on the jet sustained Without a break, without a fall, Sweet-silvery, sheer lyrical, Perennial, quavering up the chord Like myriad dews of sunny sward That trembling into fulness shine, And sparkle dropping argentine; Such wooing as the ear receives From zephyr caught in choric leaves Of aspens when their chattering net Is flushed to white with shivers wet; And such the water-spirit’s chime On mountain heights in morning’s prime, Too freshly sweet to seem excess, Too animate to need a stress; But wider over many heads The starry voice ascending spreads, Awakening, as it waxes thin, The best in us to him akin; And every face to watch him raised, Puts on the light of children praised; So rich our human pleasure ripes When sweetness on sincereness pipes, Though nought be promised from the seas, But only a soft-ruffling breeze Sweep glittering on a still content, Serenity in ravishment For singing till his heaven fills, ’Tis love of earth that he instils, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which overflows To lift us with him as he goes: The woods and brooks, the sheep and kine, He is, the hills, the human line, The meadows green, the fallows brown, The dreams of labour in the town; He sings the sap, the quickened veins; The wedding song of sun and rains He is, the dance of children, thanks Of sowers, shout of primrose-banks, And eye of violets while they breathe; All these the circling song will wreathe, And you shall hear the herb and tree, The better heart of men shall see, Shall feel celestially, as long As you crave nothing save the song. Was never voice of ours could say Our inmost in the sweetest way, Like yonder voice aloft, and link All hearers in the song they drink. Our wisdom speaks from failing blood, Our passion is too full in flood, We want the key of his wild note Of truthful in a tuneful throat; The song seraphically free Of taint of personality, So pure that it salutes the suns The voice of one for millions, In whom the millions rejoice For giving their one spirit voice. Yet men have we, whom we revere, Now names, and men still housing here, Whose lives, by many a battle-dint Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint, Yield substance, though they sing not, sweet For song our highest heaven to greet: Whom heavenly singing gives us new, Enspheres them brilliant in our blue, From firmest base to farthest leap, Because their love of Earth is deep, And they are warriors in accord With life to serve, and, pass reward, So touching purest and so heard In the brain’s reflex of yon bird: Wherefore their soul in me, or mine, Through self-forgetfulness divine, In them, that song aloft maintains, To fill the sky and thrill the plains With showerings drawn from human stores, As he to silence nearer soars, Extends the world at wings and dome, More spacious making more our home, Till lost on his aërial rings In light, and then the fancy sings. Daniel Magdalen is a graduate student in the Faculty of Letters at the University of Bucharest, in Romania. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 10 Responses C.B. Anderson January 16, 2019 A very well-wrought ekphrastic poem, Daniel. Reply Amy Foreman January 16, 2019 Your well-crafted description paired with this Williams piece was a real pleasure to experience, Daniel! You’ve treated us to an elegant fusion of language, music, nature, and feeling. Thank you for sharing this masterpiece! Reply Joe Tessitore January 16, 2019 How very beautiful is this! Well done, Daniel! Reply James A. Tweedie January 16, 2019 Few 20th century compositions equal this work by Williams. It is one of my “go to” recordings when I am in need of spiritual renewal and refreshment. It is, for me, a prayer, equal to, if not greater than the poem which inspired it. Your meditation on the music (and the poem) captures much of my own emotional response but also offers some tantalizing glimpses into your own life experience. There is a story hidden in your words that I hope you will continue to tell in poems you will share with us in the future. The phrase, “A wordless poem crystallizes in the air,” is truely inspired and effective in capturing the spirit of the music. Well done, and thank you for the gift of your beautiful poem. Reply Alan Sugar January 16, 2019 Lyrical, liltingly uplifting and alive! Reply David Paul Behrens January 16, 2019 This entire posting is so beautiful, I doubt there are sufficient words to describe it. Both poems, along with the music, are amazing! Reply Alan Sugar January 16, 2019 Thank you Daniel. I sense some longing. Your words here lend me wings. Reply Jeff Nicholson January 17, 2019 Very wonderful! Reading your verses and Meredith’s work, while listening to the vibrant strings in Williams’ piece, effectively lifted me out of winter for the moment. Thank you for sharing this! Reply David Watt January 17, 2019 Your poem is beautiful, and cannot help but raise the spirits. The addition of Meredith’s work and accompanying music inspires to even greater heights. Reply David Hollywood February 6, 2019 Beautifully melancholy laced throughout with pastoral beauty, sufficient to touch the hearts ambitions. Thank you. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.