One Stanza from the Poem Arcadia by Sir Philip Sydney (1554-1586)
by Steven McCabe
For she, whose parts maintainde a perfect musique,
Whose beautie shin’de more then the blushing morning,
Who much did passe in state the stately mountaines,
in straightnes past the Cedars of the forrests,
Hath cast me wretch into eternall evening,
By taking her two Sunnes from these dark vallies.
Or to approach this romantic doldrum from another angle:
Hath cast me into a perfect musique…
She’s quite enchanting…and she keeps her tail in her pocket. Or… is it a musical instrument?
Hi j.h., I think you just created a poem! I’m smiling with it! Love it!
What is he looking at?
His eyes are looking inward as much as outward. Top he’s seeing her euphemistic ‘two Sunnes,’ middle he’s seeing the idea of two sunnes, and bottom he’s seeing what I can only describe as an alchemical mathematics of ‘perfect musique…’
I get that he’s looking inward and outward. Fascinating you’ve communicated it with these simple lines. Love the wit of the Sunnes/sunnes. Brilliant work!
Thank you so much Narelle. I adapted a drawing from 2010 which seemed to fit the idea of a ‘modern’ reading these words. Very glad you enjoyed the treatment of the ‘two sunnes!’
Reblogged this on Solid gold creativity and commented:
Feast your eyes and mind on the brilliant work of Steven McCabe …
Thank you Narelle that is very generous of you…
Superb Steven, really superb…
thank you John….