Debussy - Afternoon of a Fawn

DEBUSSY – AFTERNOON OF A FAWN On the summer meadow A creature so beautiful Blending with nature’s wild inconstancy In the quiet he can sense a kind of distant music And, balancing on shaky legs, head cocked, Listens What heard? What seen? It is creation’s natural caesura A rest even nature must take Needing no thought, no struggle Witness without witness This all but in a charmed moment When, with a sniff, and in a rapture of playfulness. He bounds off To mingle with afternoon’s bountiful spread Young Free aware Dave Austin