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Thoroughly Alive

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A theme of larks...

Birds mean much in Clarkson symbolism. I shall write about this someday soon. But this week in particular, I have stumbled upon such a wealth of artistic beauties all revolving around the common, sweet little lark bird, that I wanted to share them: The Lark Ascending, by Ralph Vaughan Williams, performed by Hilary Hahn (a young violinist I love. You've heard her before if you ever listen to The Village soundtrack.)

Song of the Lark, by Jules Breton. (I saw this painting last year in Chicago and remember it almost more clearly than the treasury of Impressionists I had waited so long to see. I have a little postcard of this right above my thinking chair.)

With the Lark by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Night is for sorrow and dawn is for joy, Chasing the troubles that fret and annoy, Darkness for sighing and daylight for song, Cheery and chaste the strain, heartfelt and strong, All the night through, though I moan in the dark, I wake in the morning to sing with the lark.

Deep in the midnight the rain whips the leaves, Softly and sadly the wood-spirit grieves. But when the first hue of dawn tints the sky, I shall shake out my wings like the birds and be dry; And though, like rain-drops, I grieved through the dark, I shall wake in the morning to sing with the lark.

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