“Lo! Cintra’s glorious Eden intervenes
In variegated maze of mount and glen.
Ah me! what hand can pencil guide, or pen,
To follow half on which the eye dilates
Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken
Than those whereof such things the bard relates,
Who to the awe-struck world unlocked Elysium’s gates?”
Byron was quite the fan of Sintra, and it requires no stretch of the imagination for me to understand why. To honor both the city and the romantic poet, whom I can’t help but relate to on some level, I offer the following.
That splendid city beneath forested hill,
crowned above by the Moorish castle;
whose lords of old did feast their fill,
while toiled away did their peasant and vassal.
Yet the afternoon shade and songbird’s sweet trill,
make the climb, the toil and the ache easily worth the hassle.
The view encompasses the future and the days long past;
From atop those ancient ramparts of stone,
and thoughts again return to her: avast!
For from the coop that bird hath flown,
and now the die has again been cast.
The road ahead beckons, and croons the Siren song of the unknown.
So then southward to the craggy coast,
of the sea that swallowed Atlantis and Heracleion.
Lagos, though new to me has proven quite the host;
Praia do Camilo’s waters did today cleanse this silly scion
and within the soul’s waves repeated in droste.
As did Elrond counsel Aragorn: abandon the kitty and embrace the lion.
As with the last post, again the following song has no real connection to any of this. I just feel I need to keep a sense of continuity in terms of adding songs each time and I really dig this track.