Some things were lost
It was for love I lived
and for love I died,
a battle more thunderous
than the final nova.
Some things were lost.
Much more was gained.
All that lay quiet in the
coffin was transfigured.
And though the body is numb
and scorned with disease,
and the sense of touch has
crumbled to dust,
love knows no death or speaks
no pain nor rattles
with the bones of an empty grave
but is freed in eternity.
(Carl Cook: setting by Robert Hugill performed by FifteenB, St Peter's Eaton Place, London 23/2/2008.)
and for love I died,
a battle more thunderous
than the final nova.
Some things were lost.
Much more was gained.
All that lay quiet in the
coffin was transfigured.
And though the body is numb
and scorned with disease,
and the sense of touch has
crumbled to dust,
love knows no death or speaks
no pain nor rattles
with the bones of an empty grave
but is freed in eternity.
(Carl Cook: setting by Robert Hugill performed by FifteenB, St Peter's Eaton Place, London 23/2/2008.)
posted by Tony at 12:52 AM
1 Comments:
Knock out. But baffled by 'scorned' by disease. Scorned? Why not scored? Scarred? erm, cicatriced? It kind-of works but its worrying me... clearly I don't have enough to do. xxxxxxxx
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