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L’ Oxford English Dictionary definisce “lirico” come “della o pertinente alla lira; adatto alla lira, destinato ad essere cantato”. Inoltre cita la massima di Ruskin “La poesia lirica per il poeta è l’espressione dei suoi sentimenti.”
Paragoni la poesia (a) sul foglio a parte [una lirica di Sir Walter Raleigh, scritta nel 1592] a uno o due dei testi delle canzoni (b) – (d) in riferimento a questi diversi significati del termine “lirico”.
 
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(a) di Sir Walter Raleigh era questo:
 
As You Came from the Holy Land
 
As you came from the holy land
Of Walsinghame,
Met you not with my true love
By the way as you came?
 
How shall I know your true love,
That have met many one,
As I went to the holy land,
That have come, that have gone?
 
She is neither white nor brown,
But as the heavens fair;
There is none hath a form so divine
In the earth or the air.
 
Such a one did I meet, good sir,
Such an angelic face,
Who like a queen, like a nymph, did appear
By her gait, by her grace.
 
She hath left me here all alone,
All alone, as unknown,
Who sometimes did me lead with herself,
And me loved as her own.
 
What’s the cause that she leaves you alone,
And a new way doth take,
Who loved you once as her own,
And her joy did you make?
 
I have loved her all my youth,
But now old, as you see,
Love likes not the falling fruit
From the withered tree.
 
Know that Love is a careless child,
And forgets promise past;
He is blind, he is deaf when he list,
And in faith never fast.
 
His desire is a dureless content
And a trustless joy;
He is won with a world of despair,
And is lost with a toy.
 
Of womenkind such indeed is the love,
Or the word love abused,
Under which many childish desires
And conceits are excused.
 
But true love is a durable fire
In the mind ever burning;
Never sick, never old, never dead,
From itself never turning.
 
(d) di Amy Winehouse questo:
 
For you I was the flame,
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came,
Love is losing game
 
One I wish I never played,
Oh, what a mess we made
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game
 
Played out by the band,
Love is a losing hand
MOre than I could stand,
Love is a losing hand
 
Self professed and profound
Tilter tips were down
Know you’re a gambling man
Love is a loosing hand
 
Tho’ I battled blind,
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind,
Love is a fate resigned
 
Over futile odds,
And laughed at by the Gods
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game
 
 
R. I. P.