by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
To a picture of Eleonora Duse in "The Dead City"
Language: English
Carved in the silence by the hand of Pain, And made more perfect by the gift of Peace, Than if Delight had bid your sorrow cease, And brought the dawn to where the dark has lain, And set a smile upon your lips again; Oh strong and noble! Tho' your woes increase, The gods shall hear no crying for release, Nor see the tremble that your lips restrain. Alone as all the chosen are alone, Yet one with all the beauty of the past; A sister to the noblest that we know, The Venus carved in Melos long ago, Yea, speak to her, and at your lightest tone, Her lips will part and words will come at last.
Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "To a Picture of Eleonora Duse in "The Dead City"", appears in Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert Owens (1925 - 2017), "To a picture of Eleonora Duse in "The Dead City"", op. 102 no. 3 [soprano and piano], from Four Sonnets to Duse, no. 3. [ sung text not verified ]
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This text was added to the website: 2013-05-15
Line count: 14
Word count: 118