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A note from Richard

V2Melody will close at midnight on 20 January 2028

This site has been a retirement project in musical poetry: poems chosen with care and set to music, offered freely for as long as it felt right to keep the garden open.

After the death of my mother, the work no longer holds the place it once did in my life. I have gone as far with it as I wish to go. Like a sand mandala, it was made to be completed and then released. I am not attached to its permanence, and I do not believe any of it needs to last beyond the time it was given.

My wife and I are simplifying our days. The server, the monitoring, and the residual obligations that come with keeping a site alive no longer fit the quieter life we want.

From 4 November 2026 I will not be adding new poems or musical poems to the site.

Until midnight on 20 January 2028, Spanish time, everything remains available exactly as it is. That is when my VPS server contract comes to an end, and it will not be renewed. After that, the server will be switched off and the site will disappear.

Thank you to anyone who found a poem, a track, or a quiet moment here.

The pleasure was in the making.

Richard



Juliusz Słowacki — a remark

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“Why should we be sad? Why should we doubt? I shall write about this sadness and doubt at length one day, sternly and fiercely.”

Original: Kwiatków ma pełno w domu, i dzieciątek mu Bóg nasyła — czegóż on się smuci? dla czego wątpi? O tym smutku i zwątpieniu będę długo kiedyś pisał srogo i groźnie. — He treats habitual melancholy and doubt as states to be resisted rather than passively accepted. · Letter to his mother, 1 January 1845 (Polish)

About Juliusz Słowacki

Juliusz Słowacki

4 September 1809–3 April 1849

Juliusz Słowacki was born on 4 September 1809 in Krzemieniec, in Volhynia, a town then located within the Russian Empire and now known as Kremenets in Ukraine. He died in Paris on 3 April 1849, not yet forty years old, but by then he had produced a body of poetry and drama of extraordinary range, daring, and…

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“It is true what people in the East say: whoever has once tasted that air returns there if he can, despite all the hardships of continual travel.”

Original: Prawda to, co powiadają ludzie wschodni, że kto raz tamtego powietrza zakosztował, to jeżeli może, nazad tam znów powraca, pomimo wszystkich niewygód ciągłej podróży. — Travel leaves an enduring longing for places that have profoundly altered one's sense of life. · Letter to his mother, 24 November 1837 (Polish)

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