Death, be not proud, though some have called thee/ Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;/ For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,/ Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me./ From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,/ Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,/ And soonest our best men with thee do go,/ Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery./ Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,/ And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,/ And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,/ And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ?/ One short sleep past, we wake eternally,/ And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.
~Holy Sonnet X, John Donne

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Ms. Piaf


Just picked up the album "Eternelle" today, and find this woman so intriguing. A majority of the pictures taken of her show her either completely absorbed by the music she's singing, or looking so achingly sad, as in the photo above. Just from her voice you can hear her background, her many lovers, her boisterous personality.

So beautiful.

Will find out more.
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