Song of the Day - 20th March
Today's Song of the Day is being posted later than usual as I have been out all day in Leeds doing work (the kind that pays the bills!)
But I couldn't let the Spring Equinox go by without taking note of it. It is midway between solstices - today is the day when daylight and dark hours are equal. An important day in the countdown to summer, the spring equinox is celebrated by festivities world-wide.
There are mass water fights in Thailand, sun worship at Mayan pyramids in Mexico, egg-standing battles in China and feasting in Iran. Many of the celebrations happen amid a riot of music, colour and dancing and have become treasured customs, and in some places, controversial tourist attractions.
For the likes of pagans and druids, the spring equinox (Ostara) is celebrated as a time of renewal and rebirth – and 5000-year-old Stonehenge in Wiltshire is the best known place to gather in the UK. It attracts people from all over the world (including many curious tourists) who congregate at dawn to see the sun rise over the stones. Anyone making the trip can expect a friendly atmosphere amid chanting, drumming and even the occasional druid wedding.
The poem I have chosen to set to celebrate this day is called "The Spring Equinox" by Czech poet Otakar Theer (1880 - 1917).
This song is being beta tested by my friends, the Heart of England Singers.
The Spring Equinox
By Otakar Theer
So sweet the air that e'en to perish were a wondrous thing,
So sweet the air, as blossoms freshly blooming in the spring;
The magic of the equinox, untroubled and exulting,
In peace is roving round, and in my soul
A garland of silvery dreams it has cast.
How much more beauteous are we all to-day,
How much more radiant are we all to-day,
Than in the days of the year that is past!
Let our eyes like waves be glowing,
Our lips in lustre mutely quivering,
Our hearts with dreams and love o'erflowingl
But amid scent of daisies in the fields draw near,
Like dancing shadows that to flowers bow not their head,
Like unto saints, that round them waft a radiance clear,
Women of whom we vainly dreamed in the year that has fled.
"Campaigns Against the Ego" (1900).
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