Moon And Music A Letter To Fabrizio Comments

You Daniel under two, moonlights competiting with each other. Great poem to read, before reading I thought it was a long poem but as I got through it short as Haiku. Thanks again for sharing and I see that, the moon inspires a great number of poet, because I have my poem titled as The moon tale I hope you'll have a look at it.

Your translation of beauty is flawless, and I will borrow Judith's word, breathtaking, for we share the same response.

Moon and music both create a surreal atmosphere. A lovely letter to a friend, full of poetry n music. A keen observation of Nature shows us how much poetry n music there is in Nature too. Sterling ink.

what a strange.. last night I spent almost half an hour looking at the sky.. and for a while I was lost into ''die Scheibe des Monds'' - the disk of the moon [as in Liza's quote from Rilke's 'Elegie an Marina Tsvetaeva' - if I remember correctly the moon reference is also in one of his letter to Marina (**) ] - trying to put down a few more lines of a long poem I'm writing these days.. ma non potevo immaginare che anche tu avresti guardato la luna, qualche ora più tardi.. :) = I couldn't imagine that you would have looked at the moon, a few hours later.. :) when listening to Shostakovich's Cello Concerto No.2 - not quite a bright, open heart music, as a whole: it's intimate & introspective but gloomy, especially in it's 1st movement.. (**) BTW, that letter was written by Rilke 90 years ago -Spring 1926- only some 6 months before his demise.. ''German have a lot about loneliness, they adore it.'', Liza says. Yes, agree. And maybe I have some of such German genes in me.. since I love solitude, too.. - I remember that you wrote, ''I have a talent for solitude'' - well, I'm very much talented myself in this field.. :) Reading your beautiful poem, some lines of a Hesse’s very short poem have come to my mind.. here it is, copied from PH, with my Italian translation) Across The Fields - Poem by Hermann Hesse Across the sky, the clouds move, Across the fields, the wind, Across the fields the lost child Of my mother wanders. Across the street, leaves blow, Across the trees, birds cry - Across the mountains, far away, My home must be. Italian translation: Attraverso il cielo, scorrono le nuvole, Attraverso i campi, il vento, Per i campi il bambino smarritto Di mia madre si aggira. Da una parte all'altra della strada svolazzano foglie, Da un albero all'altro, le grida degli uccelli - Oltre le montagne, lontano, Deve esserci la mia casa.. - - BTW, I'm listening to Bach's Brandenburg Concertos (n.2 is playing at this very moment) : much and much 'brighter' than Shostakovich's Cello Concerto No.2... ;)

it reminds me of twilight elegy of Rilke for Marina. Moon, two halves, two bushes. unity, walking. but Rilke ends with Einsam (lonely) gang. German have a lot about lonelyness, they adore it. Goethe too. Wir in das Kreisen bezogen füllten zum Ganzen uns an wie die Scheibe des Monds. Auch in abnehmender Frist, auch in den Wochen der Wendung niemand verhülfe uns je wieder zum Vollsein, als der einsame eigene Gang über der schlaflosen Landschaft.