Sappho Sung Poetry Album 1 - Original Music by lucaespo 𝄞 ♫ 🎸 Playlist: - your help is vital to grow this artistic project: request your poem or poetry in a song by writing in the form at https://lucaespo.com support the channel: subscribe, leave a Like and share the video.
In this video I present original sung poetry music by lucaespo. I hope this interpretation can give a moment of authentic beauty to anyone looking for original content and cultural value. Music and words merge here to offer a pure emotional experience, free from any scheme, capable of speaking directly to the heart of the listeners.
Welcome to this journey into the Monody. In this compilation I present the adaptation in sung poetry of three fundamental works by Sappho. Music and words merge to offer a pure emotional experience, capable of speaking directly to the heart.
🕒 TIMESTAMPS 0:00 - Intro & Artistic Vision 0:13 - The Anactoria poem 3:05 - Artistic Vision 3:13 - Charaxos and Larichos 7:20 - Artistic Vision 7:29 - One girl 9:04 - Outro and Call to Action
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Lyrics Author: Sappho Translation: Music Author: Luca Esposito
Video Editing: Luca Esposito
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Some say thronging cavalry, some say foot soldiers, others call a fleet the most beautiful of sights
the dark earth offers, but I say it's whatever you love best. And it's easy to make this understood
by everyone, for she has surpassed all humankind in beauty, Helen, abandoning her husband at best of, of, best of men.
When sailing off to the shores of Troy and never spent a thought on her child or loving parents,
when the goddess seduced her wits and left her to wander, she forgot them all. She could not
remember anything but longing and lightly straying, a sight lost her way. But that reminds me now,
she's not here, and I'd rather see her lovely step, her sparkling glance, and her face than gaze on
all the troops and Lydia in their chariots and glittering armor. And it's easy to make this
understood by everyone, for she who surpassed all humankind in beauty, Helen, abandoning her husband
at best of, of, best. And it's easy to make this understood by everyone, for she who surpassed
all humankind in beauty, Helen, abandoning her husband at best of, of, best.
Say what you like about Jaraxxus, that's a fellow with a fat-bellied ship,
always in some port or other, what does Zeus care, the rest of his gang?
Now you'd like me on my knees, crying out to Hera, blah, blah, blah, bring him home safe and free of
Thank you, thank you for curing my liver condition, good grief, gods do what they like.
They call down hurricanes with a whisper, or send off a tsunami the way you would a love letter,
if they have a whim, they make some henchmen fix it up like those idiots in the Iliad.
A puff of smoke a little far away goes the hero, it's happily ever after.
As for Larikos, that layabout lives for the pillow, if for once he'd get off his ass,
he might make something of himself. Then from that reeking sewer of my life,
I might haul up a bucket of spring water.
Say what you like about Jaraxxus, that's a fellow with a fat-bellied ship,
always in some port or other, what does Zeus care, the rest of his gang?
Now you'd like me on my knees, crying out to Hera, blah, blah, blah, bring him home safe and free of
warts or blubbering, wah, wah, wah, thank you, thank you for curing my liver condition, good grief,
gods do what they like, they call down hurricanes with a whisper,
or send off a tsunami the way you would a love letter, if they have a whim,
they make some henchmen fix it up like those idiots in the Iliad.
A puff of smoke a little far away goes the hero, it's happily ever after.
As for Larikos, that layabed lives for the pillow, if for once he'd get off his ass,
he might make something of himself. Then from that reeking sewer of my life,
I might haul up a bucket of spring water. Like the sweet apple which reddens upon
the topmost bough, a top on the topmost twig, which the pluckers forgot somehow,
forget it not nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now.
Like the wild hyacinth flower which on the hills is found, which the passing feet of the shepherds
forever tear and wound, until the purple blossom is trodden in the ground.
