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Symphonic Studies: Prelude

By Emma Lazarus (1849–1887)

(After Robert Schumann)

“Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July

Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea:

Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in harmony

With the wild, restless tone of air and sky.

Shall we not call him Prospero who held

In his enchanted hands the fateful key

Of that tempestuous hour’s mystery,

And with controlling wand our spirits spelled,

With him to wander by a sun-bright shore,

To hear fine, fairy voices, and to fly

With disembodied Ariel once more

Above earth’s wrack and ruin? Far and nigh

The laughter of the thunder echoed loud,

And harmless lightnings leapt from cloud to cloud.”

Photo by Myra Lambino of storm clouds over Malibu Beach, California

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“Land of soft showers and far-extending vales,

And woodlands fanned by summer’s gentlest gales,

And streams, that glisten as they steal, half hid

The tangled brake and waving sedge amid;

Land!–where rich plenty with abounding flow,

Bids ‘neath her smile the golden meadow glow,

And from the juicy herbage–Nature’s wealth!

Draws the pure stream of sustenance and health;…”

-Marguerite Blessington

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my host, signal is lost

(With apologies to Jose Garcia Villa, Lyric 57)

“My most. My most. O my lost!

“O my bright, my ineradicable ghost.

(O my dark, my internet connection lost)

“At whose bright coast God seeks

“Shelter and is lost is lost. O

(Toast my internet is toast. O)

“Coast of Brightness. O cause of

“Grief. O rose of purest grief.

(Thief. O internet service provider thief)

“O thou in my breast so stark and

“Holy-bright. O thou melancholy

“Light. Me. Me. My own perfidy.

(Stark. You. You. Your service a pity.)

“O my most my most, O the bright

“The beautiful the terrible Accost.

(The horrible the unbearable stupid Cost.)

WordPress uses a photo of dark clouds as sample for the theme “foreshadow”…

Symphonic Studies: Prelude

By Emma Lazarus (1849–1887)

(After Robert Schumann)

“Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July

Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea:

Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in harmony

With the wild, restless tone of air and sky.

Shall we not call him Prospero who held

In his enchanted hands the fateful key

Of that tempestuous hour’s mystery,

And with controlling wand our spirits spelled,

With him to wander by a sun-bright shore,

To hear fine, fairy voices, and to fly

With disembodied Ariel once more

Above earth’s wrack and ruin? Far and nigh

The laughter of the thunder echoed loud,

And harmless lightnings leapt from cloud to cloud.”

Photo by Myra Lambino of storm clouds over Malibu Beach, California

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“Land of soft showers and far-extending vales,

And woodlands fanned by summer’s gentlest gales,

And streams, that glisten as they steal, half hid

The tangled brake and waving sedge amid;

Land!–where rich plenty with abounding flow,

Bids ‘neath her smile the golden meadow glow,

And from the juicy herbage–Nature’s wealth!

Draws the pure stream of sustenance and health;…”

-Marguerite Blessington

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internet down (it’s been reported) no signal.

xxx xxx

my host, signal is lost

(With apologies to Jose Garcia Villa, Lyric 57)

“My most. My most. O my lost!

“O my bright, my ineradicable ghost.

(O my dark, my internet connection lost)

“At whose bright coast God seeks

“Shelter and is lost is lost. O

(Toast my internet is toast. O)

“Coast of Brightness. O cause of

“Grief. O rose of purest grief.

(Thief. O internet service provider thief)

“O thou in my breast so stark and

“Holy-bright. O thou melancholy

“Light. Me. Me. My own perfidy.

(Stark. You. You. Your service a pity.)

“O my most my most, O the bright

“The beautiful the terrible Accost.

(The horrible the unbearable stupid Cost.)

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