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Title : | A Friend | ||
Composers and/or lyricists : | Sylva, Carmen [Elisabeth de Wied] | ||
Performers : | Sylva, Carmen [Elisabeth de Wied] | ||
Content type : | Diction : poème | ||
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Recording medium : | Disque | ||
Format : | 25 cm aiguille (enregistrement acoustique) | ||
Recording location : | Bucarest, Roumanie | ||
Manufacturer, label : | Gramophone and Typewriter | ||
Catalogue number : | GC-1235 | ||
Matrix number : | 4 | ||
Recording date : | 1903-01-xx | ||
Instruments : | Déclamation, diction, monologue | ||
Condition : | Exc | ||
Speed (rpm) : | 76 | ||
Tools used for data transfer : | Stanton 150, SME-Clément, pointe 2,7ET sur Shure M44, Elberg MD12 : courbe flat | ||
Transfer date : | 2019-06-28 | ||
Comments : | Texte du contenu ci-dessous. Vieillesse sereine | ||
Text or lyrics : | A Friend
by: Carmen Sylva (1843-1916) Old age is gentle as an autumn morn; The harvest over, you will put the plough Into another, stronger hand, and watch The sowing you were wont to do. Old age Is like an alabaster room, with soft White curtains. All is light, but light so mild, So quiet, that it cannot hurt. The pangs Are hushed, for life is wild no more with strife, Nor breathless uphill work, nor heavy with The brewing tempests, which have torn away So much, that nothing more remains to fear. What once was hope, is gone. You know. You saw The worst, and not a sigh is left of all The heavy sighs that tore your heart, and not A tear of all those tears that burnt your cheeks, And ploughed the forrows into them. You see How others work again and weep again, And hope and fear. Thy alabaster room With marble floor and dainty hangings has A look so still, that others wonder why They feel it churchlike. All thy life is here; Thy life hath built the vault and paved it, and Thy hands have woven yonder curtains that Surround thy seat, a shady sunshine. Age Is feeble not to thee, as all thy wishes Are silent and demand no effort. Age is kind to thee, allows thee all the rest That never came, when life was hard and toilsome. Receive it with a smile and clothe thyself In white, in Nature's silver crown, and sing A lullaby of promise and of comfort. Tell them that life is precious, after work, And after grief and after all the deaths, And not a loathsome burden of a life. Old age is like a room of alabaster, The curtains silken; thou art priest and Druid! No mystery for thee, but Light from heaven! Text found there : https://web.archive.org/web/20100122015657/http://www.blackcatpoems.com/s/a_friend.html |
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