Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Mercredi, c'est ciné #17.

"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness, -
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

"Ode to Nightingale"(mp3)

Parce qu'il n'y aura rien de mieux que les mots de Keats lui-même pour évoquer ce film et sa musique majestueuse. Poésie et musique classique, tout çà en un, que demander de plus?