ivor bolton our hunting fathers, op. 8: i. prologue şarkı sözleri
They are our past and our future
The poles between which our desire
Is unceasingly discharged
A desire in which love and hatred
So perfectly oppose themselves
That we cannot voluntarily move,
But await the extraordinary compulsion
Of the deluge and the earthquake.
Their finish has inspired the limits
Of all arts and ascetic movements.
Their affections and indifferences
Have been a guide to all reformers and tyrants.
Their appearances in our dreams
And machinery have brought a vision
Of nude and fabulous epochs.
O pride so hostile to our charity!
But what their pride has retained
We may by charity more generously
Recover.
