Good morning and happy weekend!
MUSIC
This is the amazing opening number to the Tony Awards this year. There are great quick spins on some favorite Broadway musicals. It is performed by Ariana DuBose, the winner of the Oscar for her performance in Stephen Spielberg’s remake of West Side Story. https://www.cbs.com/shows/video/Ssiv59U4Id_qNFlPXqUlsPPZ6u3lsfzy/
I carry a tune with me most of the time. I’m always playing music in my head. When we had clock radios, the song to which I awakened followed me around through the day. Now, I seem to do a “random search” that yields sometimes unexpected results. Last week was no exception, with the theme from I Dream of Jeannie, Handle Me With Care (the Traveling Wilburys), the theme from PBS’s All Things Considered, Dvorak’s From the New World Symphony, and Fly Me to the Moon all competed for air time. An analyst no doubt would have a field day with me!
The I Dream of Jeannie introductory theme song AND animation!
And Frank live, singing “Fly Me To the Moon”
POETRY
THIS IS JUST TO SAY
By William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
IF YOU FORGET ME
By Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
Have a great weekend,
Glenn
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The poem by Pablo Neruda really moved me. Thank you