A Lark ascending (thoughts on Vaughan Williams)

 

And the lark ascends under heavy skies

in ashen blood she freely flies

 

She twists and turns to flee the field

the Sun alone will see her yield

 

Like spirits called beyond the death

the Lark borne home upon their breath

 

Vaughan Williams began writing “The Lark Ascending” prior to his departure to France in WW1, it was only completed upon his return at which time his world view had most likely changed somewhat. This is a beautifully English piece of music and to me represents the loss of a generation and the hope of the next one.

 

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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 13th Apr 2019 07:50

Thank you Vautaw,

there are certainly many inspirational works of art out there to choose and take inspiration from.

I feel if we are to create our own impressions of the world it is beneficial (if we can) to throw ourselves recklessly into it.

Best done when younger but no reason to be restricted by age. Such behaviour comes at a cost.

David.

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Vautaw

Fri 12th Apr 2019 16:24

Inspiring poem and music. I love learning about artists who paved the way for us to express ourselves in unique ways. Thank you for sharing. 💖

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 12th Apr 2019 14:21

Thanks Rachel,

there still may be something not quite right.

Hope all is well.

David.

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elPintor

Thu 11th Apr 2019 14:16

the change in the final two lines is breathtaking, rich and poetic.

Rachel

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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 11th Apr 2019 14:08

Thank you Stu, Ray and Steve,

I was wondering whilst listening to "The Lark Ascending" and prior to scribbling this how much of the imagery and music was created whilst Vaughan Williams was in France. 

Prior to researching his life more thoroughly I had always imagined English meadows whilst listening to this piece of music. Afterwards I couldn't help but imagine Williams believing himself to be the lark ascending away from the battlefields of France, upwards either to an afterlife or returning back to his beloved England.

I also imagined the Lark as the spirit of the fallen ascending. I am sure this interpretation is not at all new or revelatory, but it is new to me and has made me think differently about this piece of music.

Steve, as for the change in my writing style/content/shape...I have no idea, although I think my style fluctuates somewhat, I can look way back and read stuff I am still relatively pleased with and then there is stuff that I can't even look at anymore. I don't delete it as it meant something at the time, people should know though there is quite a bit of my scribble which I really am not fond of.

I would add that for some time now I have been a big supporter of cutting words wherever possible, the fewer the better to my mind, get in, say what you have to say, and get hell out ASAP. That may be an SOP I carry with me from my army days.

A while ago I submitted a manuscript to a few publishers, one showed some interest but they wanted to publish it in a category which I did not and could not agree to. It wasn't poetry or pretty lol.

Right now I don't have the time to commit to pursuing publishing anywhere else other than here and on my word-press. I read quite a bit and am more and more interested in the poetry of others than my own to be honest. 

So much of poetry including some of my own is just indulgent nonsense. That is what makes great poetry so special when we find it, it isn't either of those two things.

Thanks again all,

David.

I have altered a couple of lines from the original “my breath” in the final couplet was not right, now changed. I will re-record the audio at some point

steve black

Thu 11th Apr 2019 09:45

In comparison to your early work your poetry seems tighter and more disciplined without sacrificing its vividness and power. Is the turnaround due to experience, editing or longer spacing between posts? Have you considered literary avenues outside Writeoutloud? Anyway, I enjoyed the poem.

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raypool

Wed 10th Apr 2019 22:12

A very thoughtful short piece that takes the beauty of the music and fleshes it out with its historical context David. I had no idea of this break in his writing, even though falling in love with the exquisite and peaceful nature of it. The poem is a great corollary to the work .

Ray

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Stu Buck

Wed 10th Apr 2019 19:55

lovely soft poetry david and the last two lines are shattering and beautiful

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Wolfgar Miere

Wed 10th Apr 2019 18:11

Words carved from the deadened tongue
are wasted by all but for the young

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