Kirsten Fenton ~ Untitled

Kirsten Fenton ~ Bird Nap

Love, we’re going home now,
where the vines clamber over the trellis:
even before you, the summer will arrive,
on its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom.

Our nomadic kisses wandered over all the world:
Armenia, dollop of disinterred honey–:
Ceylon, green dove–: and the Yang-Tse with its old
old patience, dividing the day from the night.

And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea
like two blind birds to their wall,
to their nest in a distant spring:

because love cannot always fly without resting,
our lives return to the wall, to the rocks of the sea:
our kisses head back home where they belong.

—Pablo Neruda, Love Sonnet XXXIII

Happy Sunday.

Mompou’s Cuna performed by Laura Snowden

I have been listening to Christopher Parkening’s version of this piece for almost fifty years, from his album, Romanza, arguably the greatest classical guitar album ever made (I think it is). And I think this is the best song on the album: it is probably my most favorite guitar piece in the whole world.

Laura Snowden gives a great performance of it here.