The Third Son And His Consort, Marcella Poem by Daniel Brick
The Third Son And His Consort, Marcella
I was the third son of the aging Count
Rousillon. My two older brothers were
divided and fought over the estate, but
always reconciled. Allies are better than
enemies. Our family estate in the forest
of "Friendly Shadows" was my refuge
from my brothers' greed. I nursed my father's
last years there, and he died a happy and
fulfilled man. I buried him at the spring
called "Pure Waters, " withn sight of
our estate's highest tower.
I eked out an austere but rewarding life.
I treated my peasants fairly. Despite my youth,
they call me "Father, " and the happiness
in their faces brings tears to my eyes.
I allow them to hunt for venison, so their
children will grow healthy and strong.
The local friar Andrew is my bosom friend,
we prepare feasts on Holy Days with hymns
sung in the Church and madrigals and canzone
both sung and danced in the estate park.
I was almost invisible to my brothers
when I found Marcella among my peasants.
She was eighteen, beautiful to my eyes, and
a musician. Our life together has been one long
rehearsal for a concert we will give when
angels and humans and animals are all one Being.
In the meantime, we play our viol duets, and
pause only to listen to the birds' carillon
at nightfall. Last night, Marcella's viol tone
was so pure and transparent I was transported
to the Empyrean. And there she was, ahead of me,
tuning her instrument, ready to create beauty.
This was so sad that your two brothers fought and divided over the estate. Still you find love for the family and emotion is gathered today. Last night, Marcella's viol tone was so pure and transparent as you had perceived. Music motivated your mind. You have treated your parents fairly and done your duty. Your children give you happiness and call you father in much affection. Family's music is heard with emotion.
" I treated my peasants fairly. Despite my youth, they call me " Father, " and the happiness in their faces brings tears to my eyes.." Lovable and emotional these lines are repeatedly recited by me while reading this excellent poem. Tear comes in eyes of a reader like me bringing new hope of realizing parenthood. This is an amazing poem which needs full vote....10
like the joseph one i just read, this poem is another pleasant flight of your imagination, daniel. i enjoyed it. sounds like the speaker had a more generous, beautiful, and less turbulent life than count tolstoy. -glen
from my brothers' greed. I nursed my father's last years there, and he died a happy and fulfilled man. I buried him at the spring called " Pure Waters, " within sight of our estate's highest tower. I eked out an austere but rewarding life.
I was the third son of the aging Count Note: Here (I) can be interpreted as the poet speaking, or the poet speaking in the tongue of another The Third Son...
The important part of poetry is the imagination, and that is why we see the poet, using the power of imagination, to write opera in a new way in order to do creativity and avoid imitation, and So it would be the same with history, epics, myths, etc., Now for sure we can say that this poem is so poignant, well penned and strong.
Pelléas decides to leave the castle but arranges to meet Mélisande one last time and the two finally confess their love for one another. Golaud, who has been eavesdropping, rushes out and kills Pelléas. Mélisande dies shortly after, having given birth to a daughter, with Golaud still begging her to tell him “the truth
at nightfall. Last night, Marcella's viol tone was so pure and transparent I was transported to the Empyrean. And there she was, ahead of me, tuning her instrument, ready to create beauty
The only opera Debussy ever completed, it is considered a landmark in 20th-century music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/23/2025 12:07:22 AM # 1.0.0
Yet another fine example of other-worldly poetry. Simply Magnificent, Daniel. Keep them coming!