I’ve had so many names. Old names that only the wind and the trees can pronounce. I am the mountain, the forest and the earth.Pan’s Labyrinth
Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro’ the mellow shade,. Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid.Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1837-8, Locksley
This thick air is murderous;
Sylvia Plath, from Full Fathom Five
I would breathe water.
Piano Concerto No.22 In E-flat, K 482: (II) Andante
Malcolm Bilson, fortepiano
English Baroque Soloists - John Eliot Gardiner, dir.