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I think of this scene often when I hear Eric Whitacre's choral setting of this spanish poem by Octavio Paz.
(translated by Lysander Kemp)
The Broken water-jar
Eyes of shadow-water
eyes of well-water
eyes of dream-water
Blue suns, green whirlwinds,
birdbeaks of light pecking open
But tell me, burnt earth, is there no water?
Only blood, only dust,
only naked footsteps on the thorns?
The rain awakens...
We must sleep with open eyes,
we must dream with our hands,
we must dream the dreams of a river seeking its course,
of the sun dreaming its worlds,
we must dream aloud,
we must sing till the song puts forth roots,
trunk, branches, birds, stars,
we must find the lost word,
and remember what the blood,
the tides, the earth, and the body say,
and return to the point of departure...
@Archivist: That's beautiful. And the imagery does feel very fitting for this scene. Thanks for sharing!