Over thirty years ago
Finding a red rose
At a common thrift store
then, upon my wall
after, a gift to mother
upon her wall.
Now upon my wall, again
now I know
it means good magic
“Midsummer night upon the sword,
Knights and squires are standing guard,
In the grove knightly dance they tread
With torches and garlands of roses red”
~ Johannes Steenstrup, CHR The Medieval Popular Ballad, 1968
Posted in Holly Duval Cornell's Poems & Prose
Tagged Art, beauty, Depth Psychology, Goddess and Home, Oral Tradition, poems, poetry, postaday, red rose, spirituality, Summer, Synchronicity, Women
Summer of 1990 growing near parent’s home.
Summer is a week away. It is a strange time of pulling, changing and growing. Gravity is intense now. Yet the tendency to expand to the cosmos is a real problem as well. This pulling down and expanding up is a type of living intensity that we all go through, but regardless we collectively enjoy our summer on this side of the earth; the western hemisphere. This hollyhock watercolor symbolizes what summer represents. The tall stalks and colorful blooms show the glory of summer. This hollyhock worked hard to get there too. I captured this the summer of 1990 when I too was changing and reaching a new phase of my life and ready for something new!! I found this image today while going through some of my things.
I also found some sheet music by Hugo Wolf that I have been looking for such a long time. It was underneath hiding under the watercolor. I enrolled in an opera singing course at Los Angeles Valley College around 1996. I learned to love Hugo Wolf’s compositions and the variety of lyricists that he worked with. Bedeckt mich mit Blumen is a haunting and beautiful song. It was beyond my talents to sing but I still enjoy it completely.
Bringing these two lost items, a watercolor and some music, is a way to celebrate the coming summer. I do not like summer much because leaving spring is a type of unwilling death to me…so the extramundane and oxymoronic come together once more as gifts of days gone by for the coming summer.
Cover me with flowers by Hugo Wolf Liederabend 15
(Bedeckt mich mit Blumen)
Oh, deck me with roses,
I die: love hath slain me.
Left me softly sighing
zephyr steal from me the breath of my roses,
oh deck me!
For I know not which is sweeter:
Loves pure spirit
or the lush breath of roses
Gather lilies and jasmines,
be my grave's soft cover
And you ask me, friends
Of life's sweetest pain,
for I love her,
I love her. (John Bernhoff)
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