Monteverdi's Fourth Book of Madrigals
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One afternoon I sat and watched a bird
as streams of song came bubbling from its beak;
I heard its singing rinsing through the wood
and wash the dust from every summer leaf.
It flew in a frenzy, bouncing along
from the fir to the beech - from the beech to the myrtle,
pausing only to scatter seeds of song
which if it had a human heart would say:
I am burning with love… I am burning with love…;
yet though a bird its tiny heart still burns,
and so it called forever through the leaves,
until as evening fell it heard at last:
Me too... Me too… I too am burning with love...;
blessings be upon you fine, loving little bird!

 

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