Δευτέρα, 26 Αυγούστου 2013

ode on solitude

 
Happy the man, whose wish and care
   A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
                            In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
   Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
                            In winter fire.

Blest, who can unconcernedly find
   Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
                            Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
   Together mixed; sweet recreation;
And innocence, which most does please,
                            With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
   Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
                            Tell where I lie.
 
image: Λεπτομέρεια από το οπισθόφυλλο του 7” single Silver Sail των Wipers, σχέδιο:
Brian Marsland.
text: Alexander Pope (1688-1744) – Ode on Solitude, από το Essay on Man and Other Poems, Dover Publications 1994.
music: Wipers – The Lonely One, Over The Edge LP, Brain Eater Records 1983.