Thursday, June 15, 2006

Piano

Salvador Dali (1904-1989) - Necrophiliac Spring Flowering from a Piano with a Tail - 1933

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cozy parlor, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamor
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamor
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

2 comments:

Rauf said...

Never seen this Dali before Claudia, Breath taking. thank you so much.
This is my source for lesser known artists
http://www.artrenewal.org/index.html

heard so much about 'lady Chaterley's lover' in my school days, never got to read it.

Claudia said...

Lady Chatterley's Lover is only worth it if you consider the time when it was first published, the scandal it caused and D.H. Lawrence's own life. It's still a "clandestine" book in a sense: you only enjoy it fully if you're not supposed to read it. Other than that, it's unremarkable.