...And the Moon Be Still As Bright *Repost
Saturday, June 21, 2008 by Adelina
This is a bad time of year for me. Bad things have happened in mid-June for a few years. Things that aren't fun to review in an online blog. I'm trying to channel this apprehension and woe into positive things, namely writing. And I've been writing ten-fold in the last few days, so let's hope I can keep it up.
A few of y'all know that I'm actively working on adapting Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles to the stage. It was a project Sam Weller (Ray's biographer) and I discussed and he is going to help me get the rights from Ray. Anyway, I'm working on the story called "The Fourth Expedition" or "...And the Moon be Still As Bright" The second title comes from a Lord Byron poem that I never bothered to find until today when I was working with that particular section.
I found it, and though it can on the surface describe a broken relationship, it also immediately reflected what makes this part of the month shitty.It touched me, even things that are going on that are slightly horrible and not the horridness that this part of June is known for seem to be enveloped in this simple mistral poem. I'm not an outright fan of Byron--I'm not an outright fan of any poet. I love reading poetry, but I don't have a strong grasp on particulars. Anyway, I really dug this on today, so I thought I'd share:
(Sorry about the weird formating...)
A few of y'all know that I'm actively working on adapting Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles to the stage. It was a project Sam Weller (Ray's biographer) and I discussed and he is going to help me get the rights from Ray. Anyway, I'm working on the story called "The Fourth Expedition" or "...And the Moon be Still As Bright" The second title comes from a Lord Byron poem that I never bothered to find until today when I was working with that particular section.
I found it, and though it can on the surface describe a broken relationship, it also immediately reflected what makes this part of the month shitty.It touched me, even things that are going on that are slightly horrible and not the horridness that this part of June is known for seem to be enveloped in this simple mistral poem. I'm not an outright fan of Byron--I'm not an outright fan of any poet. I love reading poetry, but I don't have a strong grasp on particulars. Anyway, I really dug this on today, so I thought I'd share:
(Sorry about the weird formating...)
'So We'll Go No More a-Roving'by George Gordon, Lord Byron
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
