This is a poem written directly with Claude Debussy's song Sarabande, found here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=wUXyTkEXDTk
Please listen to the music while reading.
come down to me, o see
see me behold you
Rain Moon
Shine on,
bright like the face of He
who made thy white grace
Rain Moon
travel on, on,
Por las estrellas
y mar negro.
Rain Moon, fall,
fall on me
Warmth of your chill
o Rain
Moon
See, see your
cold rays hold me
keep me light in the chill
Your tears, cover the earth and sea
cry, cry,
nothing will warm thy rays
nothing will warm
them
Descent, descent
into the cold sea
colder than thee
Rain Moon, how you break,
how you throw your soul
into the dark
sky
You were never
born with the warmth of day
Grito, grite durante
la noche, Rain Moon.
Nada calentará
sus rayos,
Nadie verá sus rasgones,
Rain Moon.
Nothing will warm thy cold rays
El mar negro
will swallow your white eyes
Rain Moon
come down to me, light
Rain Moon
see your white grace and shine
Rain Moon, travel the stars and sea
Because your beauty sees
all that is here
and me
Rain Moon
travel the stars, o,
Rain Moon
travel the stars.
Poetry by Inchworm
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Written on 2008-03-31 at 22:38
Tags Debussy Moon Spanish
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Please listen to the music while reading.
Rain Moon [Lluvia Luna]
Rain Mooncome down to me, o see
see me behold you
Rain Moon
Shine on,
bright like the face of He
who made thy white grace
Rain Moon
travel on, on,
Por las estrellas
y mar negro.
Rain Moon, fall,
fall on me
Warmth of your chill
o Rain
Moon
See, see your
cold rays hold me
keep me light in the chill
Your tears, cover the earth and sea
cry, cry,
nothing will warm thy rays
nothing will warm
them
Descent, descent
into the cold sea
colder than thee
Rain Moon, how you break,
how you throw your soul
into the dark
sky
You were never
born with the warmth of day
Grito, grite durante
la noche, Rain Moon.
Nada calentará
sus rayos,
Nadie verá sus rasgones,
Rain Moon.
Nothing will warm thy cold rays
El mar negro
will swallow your white eyes
Rain Moon
come down to me, light
Rain Moon
see your white grace and shine
Rain Moon, travel the stars and sea
Because your beauty sees
all that is here
and me
Rain Moon
travel the stars, o,
Rain Moon
travel the stars.
Poetry by Inchworm
Read 933 times
Written on 2008-03-31 at 22:38
Tags Debussy Moon Spanish
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