Vincenzo De Florio en Classical Music, Artistas, Músicos e Atores, Music in English Geo-ICT engineer • VITO (Vlaamse Instelling voor Technologisch Onderzoek) 7/4/2018 · 4 min de lectura · 4,0K

The Albatross

Some years ago I composed a little piece of music on the piano. I called it "The Albatross", as it is inspired by the figure of the bird at the centre of S.T. Coleridge's "Rime of the Ancient Mariner"


At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.

The Albatross


The Albatross


More of my little compositions may be found on soundcloud. Facile credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visibiles in rerum universitate. Sed horum omnium familiam quis nobis enarrabit? et gradus et cognationes et discrimina et singulorum munera? Quid agunt? quae loca habitant? Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit ingenium humanum, nunquam attigit. Juvat, interea, non diffiteor, quandoque in animo, tanquam in Tabulâ, majoris et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari: ne mens assuefacta hodiernae vitae minutiis se contrahat nimis, & tota subsidat in pusillas cogitationes. Sed veritati interea invigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinguamus. — T. Burnet: Archaeol. Phil., p. 68 (1692)


The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (text of 1834)

Argument

How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country.
PART I
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
May'st hear the merry din.'
He holds him with his skinny hand,
'There was a ship,' quoth he.
'Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!'
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.
He holds him with his glittering eye—
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years' child:
The Mariner hath his will.
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone:
He cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.
'The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,
Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,
Below the lighthouse top.
The Sun came up upon the left,
Out of the sea came he!
And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea.
Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon—'
The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.
The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry minstrelsy.
The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
Yet he cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.
And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:
He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.
With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And southward aye we fled.
And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.
And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken—
The ice was all between.
The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!
At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.
It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
The helmsman steered us through!
And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo!
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.'
'God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—
Why look'st thou so?'—With my cross-bow
I shot the ALBATROSS.


Vincenzo De Florio 18/4/2018 · #10

#9 You're so very kind dear @Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee! Thank you very much for your words of appreciation my friend!

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I only discovered today why you have a musical spirit my dear friend @Vincenzo De Florio. No wonder your writing is as musical as this buzz is.

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Vincenzo De Florio 7/4/2018 · #8

#3 Many thanks!! :) :)

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Vincenzo De Florio 7/4/2018 · #7

#6 Oh I'm so glad you appreciated my little things :) I'm no professional musician as you coul well hear, though at times I feel the urge to express musical ideas. It's a great pleasur to hear that they are appreciated! Thank you very much! My thanks also to all the persons who checked them out :)

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Jerry Fletcher 7/4/2018 · #6

Vincent, I had to explore your work on soundcloud I liked them all particularly I sang.

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Vincenzo De Florio 7/4/2018 · #5

#2 Thank you very much!

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ricardo blanco 7/4/2018 · #4

iron maiden tambien tiene musicado ese poema

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Nick Mlatchkov 7/4/2018 · #3

I wouldn't be surprised if Fleetwood Mac' s 'Albatross' is inspired by the same poem ...!
Very cool!

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