Imaginary Footnotes, No. 6 | The Music of Fleet Foxes x the Poetry of Andrew Marvell

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Something that occurred to me a little while ago while reading through a book of Andrew Marvell poems.

[1] Sun Giant

What a life I lead in the summer
What a life I lead in the spring
What a life I lead when the wind, it breathes
What a life I lead in the spring

What a life I lead when the sun breaks free
As a giant torn from the clouds
What a life indeed when that ancient seed
Is a-buried, watered and plowed
What a life
What a life
What a life
What a life

What a life I lead in the summer
What a life I lead in the spring
What a life I lead when the wind, it breathes
What a life I lead in the spring


[2] The Garden by Andrew Marvell, Stanza No. 5

What wond’rous life in this I lead! 
Ripe apples drop about my head; 
The luscious clusters of the vine 
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach 
Into my hands themselves do reach; 
Stumbling on melons as I pass, 
Ensnar’d with flow’rs, I fall on grass.