Tuesday, July 21, 2020

The Third Son And His Consort, Marcella Comments

Rating: 5.0

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
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Soran M. H 30 September 2020

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...

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Soran M. H 30 September 2020

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.

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Soran M. H 30 September 2020

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

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Soran M. H 30 September 2020

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

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Soran M. H 30 September 2020

The only opera Debussy ever completed, it is considered a landmark in 20th-century music.

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Soran M. H 28 September 2020

The third son and his wife, Marcella, is not only the story of a family in bitter and sweet times, but it is a poetry at the height of creativity, influence and eloquence, we always feel the calm tone of the poet’s spirit in them, we thank you and appreciate your tireless efforts in the world of poetry and we wish you success with 5 stars and appreciation

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Soran M. H 28 September 2020

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

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Soran M. H 28 September 2020

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.

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Glen Kappy 05 August 2020

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

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Kumarmani Mahakul 22 July 2020

" 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

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Kumarmani Mahakul 22 July 2020

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.

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Richard Wlodarski 22 July 2020

Yet another fine example of other-worldly poetry. Simply Magnificent, Daniel. Keep them coming!

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