Thursday, June 16, 2022

Midsummer limes

 



So finally the lime trees come into fragrant bloom, leaving it to the time of roses, peonies and grasses: the definitive midsummer tree. 

I love limes, but I hate them too, because in forty years I've never been able to securely tell them apart. 

These ones are from the lakeside park in Warminster.

The one on the left here, at any rate, is Small-leaved Lime (Tilia cordata): small buds, leaves grey-green and more or less hairless apart from gingery tufts at base of veins on the underside. (The tree itself is easy to recognize at this time of year, because the flowers and fruit poke upwards from the leaves instead of hanging down below them.)

The other two (from different individuals) are both Broad-leaved Lime (Tilia platyphyllos). I'm saying this with more confidence than I really feel. It's true that the young leaves are hairy all over the underside and even on the upperside. On the other hand some of the cymes (like the one on the right) have six buds, sometimes said to be an exceptional number for Broad-leaved Lime. Anyway, I'm sticking with that.



Above, Small-leaved Lime, the aforementioned gingery tufts in vein axils. 

Below, another distinguishing feature of Small-leaved lime (left). Looking at the upperside of the leaf, you can see that only the main veins are easily visible. Compare the many little cross-members on the Broad-leaved Lime (right), which are quite deeply impressed. Clive Stace calls them "tertiary veins"; Francis Rose calls them "side-veins". 

Leaf uppersides of Tilia cordata (left) and Tilia platyphyllos (right)


Broad-leaved Lime. Hairy underside of leaf. 




Broad-leaved Lime. Hairy upperside of leaf. Tertiary veins strongly impressed. 

Those numbers of buds. The normal limit for Broad-leaved Lime is six. But as with everything else in nature, you need to keep a sense of proportion: one rare exception doesn't prove anything. On a Broad-leaved Lime tree that I know well, I found this completely anomalous spray of nine buds! 

Broad-leaved Lime: anomalous spray of nine buds. Frome, 8 June 2026. 




Below, a few shots of Broad-leaved Lime. 


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A couple of days later, I collected some samples of Common Lime (Tilia x europaea), the hybrid between Small- and Broad-leaved Limes. Common Lime can grow taller than either of its parents, in fact taller than any other native broad-leaved tree. These samples come from one of the tall trees in North Parade in Frome. 





Along the back, Common Lime. Front centre, Broad-leaved Lime. Front right, Small-leaved Lime.




Common Lime, leaf underside. Most of the leaf surface is hairless. The vein axils have dirty white tufts. There are also stray hairs along the veins. 



Common Lime, leaf upperside. Even here there are a few hairs on the main veins, if you look very closely.

The tertiary veins are more noticeable than on Small-leaved Lime, but less noticeable than on Broad-leaved Lime. 




The lower trunk of a Common Lime, completely hidden by suckers and epicormic sprouts. A pretty common sight. You might see a few sprouts on either of the parent species too, but the hybrid is the most prone.



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'Love! thou art leading me from wintry cold,
  Lady! thou leadest me to summer clime,
And I must taste the blossoms that unfold
  In its ripe warmth this gracious morning time.'
So said, his erewhile timid lips grew bold,
  And poesied with hers in dewy rhyme:
Great bliss was with them, and great happiness
Grew, like a lusty flower in June's caress.

Parting they seem'd to tread upon the air,
  Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart
Only to meet again more close, and share
  The inward fragrance of each other's heart.
She to her chamber gone, a ditty fair
  Sang, of delicious love and honey'd dart;
He with light steps went up a western hill,
And bade the sun farewell, and joy'd his fill.


Oh well, I don't need much excuse to quote a bit of Keats' June-drenched poem Isabella. Or this, from Swedish troubadour Evert Taube's song "Rosa på bal":

Tyss, ingen såg att jag kysste Er kind.
Känn hur det doftar från parken av lind,
Blommande linder kring månbelyst stig -
Rosa jag älskar dig!

Shush, so I kissed your cheek in the dark --
Ah, smell that smell of the limes in the park!
Lime-flowers and moonlight in our avenue,
Rosa I do love you!

Happy Midsummer!


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Fruits of Broad-leaved Lime (left), Common Lime (centre) and Small-leaved Lime (right). Warminster and Frome, 10 September 2022.


A brief re-visit to the trees, in September, to take a look at the mature fruits. In this photo you can compare their relative sizes.



Fruits of Broad-leaved Lime. Warminster, 10 September 2022.

They are larger than the other two species, and they have 3-5 prominent ribs. 


Fruits of Common Lime. Frome, 10 September 2022.

Intermediate in size between the other two species. The ribs are fairly obscure. 


Fruits of Small-leaved Lime. Warminster, 10 September 2022.

The smallest fruits. Pale lines, but not expressed as ribs. 

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In English, as in other Germanic languages, the orginal name for these trees was "lind" (going right back to Anglo-Saxon times). The form "linden" took hold later (first recorded in 1577). The potentially confusing name "lime" is first recorded in 1625 (Francis Bacon). The OED reckons it arose as a corruption of "lind" via the form "line". 

Whatever, today "lime" is very much the everyday name for these trees in Great Britain and Ireland; "linden" is apt to be poetical ("Air-swept lindens yield Their scent" -- Arnold, "The Scholar-Gypsy").  

In other parts of the English-speaking world, however, Tilia species are usually called "linden" or "basswood". 

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Another post, about lime trees leafing out in spring:



Sooty mould getting busy on the honeydew-drenched surfaces of the lower leaves of Common Lime. Frome, 20 August 2024.


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Saturday, January 22, 2022

Today's Swedish vocabulary. Small pine trees, monsters.



I've reached that stage in learning Swedish when I'm apt to produce lists like this, at first in a not wholly vain attempt to absorb unmemorable vocab, but soon slipping  into a fantasy of encompassing the essense of a language in a single page. These are words or phrases that I've had some reason to tussle with in the past few days; things I've read, mainly. 

ordförråd -- vocabulary. (förråd -- store, stock)
oavsett  -- regardless
beträffar -- concerns
Varför då? -- Why?
Varför då då? -- Why, then?
I själva verket -- As a matter of fact
Sanningen att säga,.. -- To tell the truth, ...
nuläget -- the current situation
dagsläget -- the current situation
överklagades -- was appealed against (klaga -- complain)
ta emot -- receive
emotse, motse -- await   
förutsättning -- prerequisite   (förut -- before)
tillit -- trust (cf lita på) 
egentlig -- real, true  (also riktig, verklig, faktisk)
verksamhet -- activity, work
unna -- to not begrudge someone something
återhämtning -- recovery
oemotståndlig -- irresistible
myndigheterna -- the authorities (myndig -- commanding, authoritative)
minska  -- tr. reduce, itr. decrease, lessen, decline. Related to minst -- smallest, least
utsatt -- exposed, vulnerable. Used to describe utsatta områden (the vulnerable areas), as designated by police in 2015. These are areas with high poverty and crime, often said to be linked to radicalization and a sense of separation from the rest of Swedish society. 
tillfallet -- the case
tillåtelse -- permission
tillstånd -- a permit. It also means a state, e.g. undantagstillstånd -- state of emergency.
förfrågan -- inquiry
återge -- reproduce (e.g. text)
ange -- state, mention, note
upphovsrätt -- copyright (noun). The adjective is upphovsrättslig. Upphov -- origin, source. Upphovsman -- originator, author, instrigator. 
begränsning -- limitation, restriction
enkom -- solely, purposely, especially, expressly 
martall, margran, marbjörk: small twisted or damaged trees, e.g. dwarf pine. According to SAOB the first element is related to "mara", the witchlike being who causes nightmares (mardrömmar). 
knyta -- to tie, untie (knyta till, knyta upp). Also used to describe the formation in plants of a head or heart or tuber or fruit. "Kålen knyter i goda år fasta hufvuden." "Bönderna började äta äpplen och päron, så snart de knutit sig."
kuva -- subdue (feelings), repress, curb. 

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The last part was to do with trying to translate a knotty poem by Karin Boye. 


Martall

Här i evig blåst
pinar sig martall upp ur stenen,
kröker sig trött,
knyter sig trotsig,
kryper kuvad.

Svarta mot kvällens stormhimmel
tecknar sig vridna spökkonturer.
Vidunder grips av leda
för vidunder.
Går ett stönande genom de rivna kronorna:
O att se en enda gång
rak emot ljuset
stiga en kungaek,
en gossebjörk,
en gyllene jungfrulönn.

Göm dina drömmar, krympling.
Här är de yttersta skären. Så långt ögat når:
martall. 





Here's the best I can do so far. 


stunted pine


here in endless wind
the stunted pine struggles out of the stone
cowering wearily
knitting itself obstinately
and creeping curbed

black against the evening's stormy sky
outlines of twisted ghost contours
deformity is gripped by revulsion
at deformity
a groaning passes through the riven crowns
oh just once to see
straight up into the light
a kingly oak ascend
a boy-birch
a golden girl-maple

hide your dreams cripple
these are the outermost skerries 
as far as the eye can see
stunted pine.


(Karin Boye, from For the tree's sake (1935))


The main translator problem concerns the word vidunder, which means "monster" or "monsters". The difficulty is to do with cultural change as much as language. 

We're no longer comfortable with the kind of thinking that expresses a pejorative view of people or animals or even trees on the basis of form or appearance. Neither "monster" (conveying visceral horror), nor "cripple", are part of a progressive person's vocabulary.  

That in itself doesn't matter. This is a poem from another era and I don't want to disguise it. 

The English word "monster" still thrives, of course, but in contexts that are distinctly out of key with Boye's poem.

For instance, it's often used as a colourful way of saying "very big" or "very overwhelming": a monster truck, or monster bassline. But a connotation of large size doesn't sit very well in a poem about small, dwarf or stunted pines. 

And when "monster" does refer to a monster, it tends to be in contexts appealing to children. For instance Monster Munch (corn snacks shaped like monsters); or Super Monsters, the Netflix animation for young children ("material unlikely to cause offence") in which charming big-eyed kids flip into charming big-eyed monsters and have the gentlest of adventures. Like modern halloween, the programme appeals to children's love of dressing up and role playing. It also carries a social message: that differentness is to be enjoyed and celebrated, that it's OK to look different. It seeks to defuse the atavistic idea of a "monster" and to make it fun, to purge it of monstrosity. And thus for the best of reasons it seeks to rid society of the sensation of monstrosity that Karin Boye's poem is all about. 

So I felt that "monster" was now a word with exactly the wrong kind of associations. Instead I've used the word "deformity", but I'm not particularly happy with the result. 

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While thinking about this issue with vidunder, I noticed the word again while leafing through Vredgade vittnen (Angry Witnesses, 1966), an anthology of post-civil-war Spanish poetry translated into Swedish by Francisco J. Uriz and Artur Lundkvist. 

The poem was by Dámaso Alonso (1898 - 1990) and I think it's an interesting pairing. It's from his 1944 collection Hijos de la ira (Children of Wrath). 

Alonso's Spanish text "Monstruos" is here. However,  my text re-translates the Swedish ("Vidunder"). 


Monsters


Each day when I get up 
I make this prayer:

O God, 
don't torment me any more.
Tell me what they mean,
these horrors that encircle me.
I'm hemmed round by monsters
who mutely ask me 
just what I'm asking you.
Who maybe ask you too,
and like me vainly disturb
the silence in your unchanging night
with my heart-wrenching question.
In the stars' half-dusk,
in the sunlight's terrible darkness
hostile eyes spy on me,
grotesque forms keep watch on me,
wounding colours lay traps for me:
it's the monsters, 
I'm hemmed round by monsters!

They don't devour me,
they devour my longed-for rest,
they force me to be an anguish that engenders itself,
they make me into a man,
a monster among monsters. 

No, nothing is as terrifying
as this frantic Dámaso, 
as this yellow centipede when he with all his tentacles
            invokes you madly,
as this indwelling beast
when it melts into a flux of anguish.
No, nothing so monstrous
as this vermin that howls unto you,
as this heart-wrenching question
that now affronts you with vociferous groans,
that now says to you:
-- O God,
don't torment me any more,
tell me what they mean,
these monsters that encircle me
and their inner terror that moans to you in the night.


Alonso's poem is a discovery: It is I who am the monster. 

Likewise, though more implicitly, Boye's poem is self-directed: the horror of deformity is her own agonizing consciousness of failing to measure up to an ideal form.


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Tomas Tranströmer was less spooked than Karin Boye when he wrote about this bog pine: 

Den låga tallen på myren håller upp sin krona: en mörk trasa.
Men det man ser är ingenting
mot rötterna, det utspärrade, dolt krypande, odödliga eller halvdödliga
rotsystemet.

The squat pine in the swamp holds up its crown: a dark rag.
But what you see is nothing
compared to the roots, the widespread, secretly creeping, immortal or half-mortal 
root system.

(from "Några minuter" ("A few minutes") in the collection Mörkerseende (1970), translation by Robin Fulton)

And Evert Taube's martall is positively celebratory:

Men hej, alla vänner som gästa min ö!
Jag är både nykter och klok!
När morgonen gryr skall jag vålma mitt hö
och vittja tvåhundrade krok.
Fördöme dig, skymning, och drag nu din kos!
Det brinner i martallens topp!
Här dansar Calle Schewen med Roslagens ros,
Han dansar när solen går opp!


But hey, all you good friends who visit my isle,
I ’m not quite so mad as I look!
Tomorrow I’ll have my hay hung up to dry
and sift through my two hundred hooks.
It's time for you, night-time, to give up the ghost,
It burns in the stunted pine's top!
Calle Schewen is dancing with Roslagen’s rose,
he’s dancing as sunrise comes up!

(from his song "Calle Schewen's Waltz" (1936))


Here's Axel Borg, also on the skerries, in August Strindberg's novel I havsbandet (By the Open Sea, 1890):

Nu hörde han måsarna skrika och förstod därav att hon summit ut. Han klädde sig därför hastigt, och sedan han samlat sina saker, plockade han fram ur båtgarneringen till en liten frukost, vilken han dukade på mossan under en halvstammig pinjeliknande tall.

Now he heard the gulls screaming and realised that she must have swum out. He therefore dressed himself hurriedly and after collecting his belongings he took out of the boat's hold a little picnic and laid it out on the moss under a pine with a short trunk which looked like a stone-pine. 

(from Chapter 6, translation by Mary Sandbach). 

In the following chapter, Axel actually cuts down a group of these native pines, and carves and wires the only remaining one into the umbrella shape of a stone pine: it's all part of his bizarre plan to fake the mirage of an Italian landscape, up here in the Baltic. 


Get ready for some linguistic tangles.  

The Swedish word tall is the general-purpose word for the native pine Pinus sylvestris, the same species that is called Scots Pine in the UK. In Norwegian the equivalent term is furu and in Danish fyrretræ. 

[Obviously these latter words are related to the word "fir", a word that is used in conflicting ways by English speakers. By some it's used to mean conifers in general, by others to mean conifers with needles (e.g. not cypresses), by others to mean pine trees specifically (Lambert's treatise calls our tree the Scotch Fir), and by still others to mean all needle trees except pines. Among modern botanists, on the other hand, it means the genus Abies (aka the Silver Firs -- this is the meaning you'll see if you look up Fir on Wikipedia -- a large genus but with no species native to the UK or Scandinavia); also sometimes the New World genus Pseudotsuga (the Douglas Firs).]

Anyway, back to Scandinavia. Swedish also has "fir" words, but they aren't used for the species in general. Fura means a tall long-boled pine, and furu means pine timber, the material you make furniture out of. Meanwhile the Norwegian word tall or toll means a young pine tree. 

SAOB speculates that tall is related to a dialect word tull, which means a young sapling (pine or spruce), especially with reference to the use of the tender shoots (this year's growth) as food for animals, and sometimes people (e.g. to flavour beer or brännvin). So, as often with vernacular tree names, the word origin may go back to some cultural use of the tree. (Like those tree names that originally referred to the tree's fruits: oak, apple, cherry, etc.)

In the Strindberg quotation above, you can see that Swedish also has a "pine" word, pinje, but it means specifically the Stone Pine (Pinus pinea), which might be one of the main Mediterranean species that the Latin word pinus originally designated. 



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Tall (Scots Pine). Illustration from C.A.M. Lindman's Nordens flora (1901-1905).




It's always worth consulting C.A.M. Lindman's Nordens flora (1901-1905, here in a text revised by Magnus Fries) -- Here's the entry for TALL.  Hopefully I give the general sense but I've unpacked  his long paragraphs and tried to disentangle most of the incapsulation* common in Swedish technical writing. 

The tall or fura (pine, i.e. Scots Pine, Pinus sylvestris) is an impressive conifer. It has a trunk that in favourable conditions for growth is as slender and straight and twig-free as a mast, ascending right up to the crown, which is borne on a few large boughs. It attains a height of 25 - 30 meters, sometimes even 35 meters.

In its upper part it has yellow-red bark, which together with the white trunks of the birches gives to the Nordic woodlands a rare beauty of colour. The pine foliage appears grey-green or blue-green when compared with the spruce's.  [i.e. Norway Spruce, the other large conifer of the Nordic woods.]

One of the features that distinguish the genus Pinus is the strong dimorphism (difference of form) between the shoots. The needles are in pairs (up to five in certain other pine species) on very small "short shoots", which also have a number of membranous brown-grey lower leaves. The short shoot is produced by the long shoot, which bears scattered leaves of a wholly different form, reduced to scales.(See Fig. 2). 

The species of Pinus can also be recognized by the cone scales, which are thicker towards their tips and appear abruptly sheared off with a wart in the centre. The pine cone ripens the year after flowering, in contrast to spruce cones which ripen in the same year. 

The pine is monoecious¤ and wind-pollenated like the spruce, but the young female cones, which (like the spruce) have purple-red scales, are no bigger than a pea (see Fig. 3). The male flowers (the small yellow spike-like groups of stamens, Fig. 5) are massed together to form an oval ring of blooms around the shoot. 

The pine has an extraordinary profusion of pollen, which at the time of flowering covers the ground and pools of water with a sulphur-yellow powder. This phenomenon has acquired the popular name "sulphur-rain". In lands where the pine is rarer than in the north this pollen has been seen on pools that are many miles from the nearest pine tree. Investigations of airborne pollen on lightships+ have shown that pine pollen can be transported a great distance out to sea; even on vessels in the middle of the Atlantic small quantities of pollen have been noted, for the most part pine pollen. 

The pine has deep roots, in contrast to the spruce's shallow spread of roots. It thrives in virtually all kinds of ground. But as a tall stemmed timber tree it prefers free-draining and hence dry and meagre situations, for instance on upland moraine soils, boulder ridges and glacial deltas. Typical plants of these tall-growing open pinewoods are lingon bushes (aka cowberry), ling heather and reindeer lichen. In boggy places the pine becomes dwarfed, i.e. the so-called martall, which at fifty years of age is no higher than a man and has a trunk the thickness of an ordinary walking stick. In general the pine attains a greater age than the spruce.# A pine felled in Dalarna in 1913 showed 654 annual rings. 

Within peatland, especially bogs, people have sometimes unearthed a layer of large pine stumps. These are remnants of pinewoods that in the more arid climate of the Bronze Age were able to grow on the dried-out surface of the peatlands. In the warm post-glacial period pines were able to grow a couple of hundred meters higher than today, as pine stumps found on bare mountainsides bear witness. 

Pine and spruce are our most important trees, economically speaking. Pine timber is firmer and tougher than spruce and lasts well because of its high resin content, particularly in underwater and pile construction.**

The pine occurs here in two forms with different distributions: a northern slender-crowned type (ssp. lapponica) and a southern, more broadly-crowned type (ssp. septentrionalis). The tree has a very extensive distribution in Nordic countries. But like the spruce it is absent from Denmark, large parts of Skåne and much of the southern and south-western coastal regions, as well as the south-westernmost and northernmost parts of Norway. Elsewhere the distribution stretches south of the arctic circle through Europe and northern Asia. The pine came to Nordic lands soon after the last ice age (c. 7000 BCE); as a forest-forming tree it was preceded only by the birch. 

* Incapsulation, also common in German. As a sample, here's a literal rendering of the opening, retaining the Swedish word order:

Genom sin stam, som vid gynnsam växt blir mastlikt smärt och rak och kvistfri ända upp till den av ett fåtal stora grenar uppburna kronan, är tallen eller furan ett imponerande barrträd.

Through its trunk, which with favourable growth becomes mastlikely slender and straight and twig-free right up to the of a few large boughs upborne crown, is the pine or fir an impressive conifer. 

¤ i.e. separate male and female flowers but produced on the same individual plant. In contrast with dioecious (male and female flowers on separate plants) and bisexual (the flowers have both male and female sex organs). The Swedish word for monoecious is sambyggare, which means "living together".

[By the way this handy symbol (¤) appears on Swedish keyboards as shift+4. I don't know what its real purpose is.]

+ The age of lightships is now basically gone. They were used in deep water in the days when existing technology didn't allow sinking foundations for a lighthouse to sufficient depth. There are still three unmanned lightships in use off the coast of Germany. 

# But (though I can't remember the exact details) I believe a Norway Spruce was recently proposed as the oldest living thing so far known -- not an individual tree, but a spreading subterranean root network putting up suckers. 

** Another obsolescent technology. Pile bridges were founded on long poles ("piles") driven into the loose ground until in firm contact with solid substrate. 



smärt -- slender, especially when referring to tall trees (more commonly it's a noun, "pain")
späd -- tender, of shoots  (cf spädbarn -- baby)

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Friday, June 07, 2019

På svenska! (my"Swedish" album)



So, after about three or four years of thinking, learning, practising, busking, recording, re-recording, I finally managed to finish my album of Swedish songs (publishing it, rather appropriately, on June 6th, Sweden's "nationaldag". Singing all these songs in Swedish made a nice gift for my Swedish relatives and was also good practice for my slowly-improving language skills.

In the end it turned out to be a mini-album: only 30 minutes. I had planned to do more, to draw the music from a wider variety of sources, but that would have taken another year and I decided it worked well as just eight songs.






Here are some notes on the individual songs:





1. SJÖSALA VALS  [SJÖSALA WALTZ]

Some Swedes detest this song, having been forced to learn it at school. It's one of Evert Taube's most famous tunes, composed in 1941 and featuring his fictitious elderly character Rönnerdahl waltzing around the morning meadow in the Stockholm skerries.

For the rest of us, it's a joyously fresh spring song, and very artfully designed. The first part of each verse is merely tonic-dominant-tonic, but the chromatic melody line disguises this primitivism. Thereafter the melody effloresces, with its key harmonic development being the delayed subdominant following a venture into the minor. The naive line that completes each verse names the four spring flowers shown on my CD jacket:

Gullviva, mandelblom, kattfot och blå viol
Cowslip, meadow saxifrage, mountain everlasting, and heath dog-violet

More about this song: https://michaelpeverett.blogspot.com/2017/09/evert-taube-sjosala-vals.html




2. SOL, VIND OCH VATTEN  (SUN, WIND AND WATER)

A 1973 song by the 17-year-old Ted Gärdestad (with lyrics by his elder brother Kenneth), originally written for Lena Andersson. It's an evocation of a long summer day, beginning with grasshoppers and footballs in the schoolyard, ending with shadows in the valley. Ted recorded his own version soon aferwards.

More about the song here: https://michaelpeverett.blogspot.com/2017/06/lyrics-by-kenneth-gardestad.html





3. DANSEN PÅ SUNNANÖ  [THE DANCE AT SUNNANÖ]

Another Evert Taube song, from 1953, once more featuring Rönnerdahl and once more set on an island in the skerries. This time the elderly musician gets to dance with flirty young Eva Liljebäck and finds himself going off into a bit of a dream...

More about this song: https://michaelpeverett.blogspot.com/2017/05/dansen-pa-sunnano-dance-in-sunnano.html



4. VISA (MIN KÄRLEK FÖDDES...)   [SONG (MY LOVE HAD ITS BIRTH...)]

The words are a poem by the working-class poet Dan Andersson (1888 - 1920); the intensity of early love, and the loss of that fervour when it grows old. The music is by me.

More about this song: https://michaelpeverett.blogspot.com/2016/10/dan-andersson-1888-1920-visa.html



5. OUR LAST SUMMER

A song by two Swedes, Benny Andersson and Björn Ulvaeus. It originally appeared on Abba's 1980 album Super Trouper, and was one of the comparatively few Abba songs where Frida sang the lead. It later featured, in butchered form, in the film Mamma Mia! 

A beguilingly complex song (with key changes, lyrical pauses, and a feminine rhyme between lines 3 and 8 of each verse!), "Our Last Summer" combines the après-holiday-romance genre (in which Abba had already filed one classic,  the charming "Hasta Mañana") with a much older genre:  the Parisian list-song (e.g. "These Foolish Things", written in the mid-1930s).  [Their own greatest list-song, "The Day Before You Came", was perhaps already on Björn's horizon.]

My original idea was to translate the lyrics into Swedish, but I would have made many childish errors. As it turned out, the sudden incursion of English makes for some nice variety. (As of course does having a song with a female protagonist.)



6. SOMMARNATT  [SUMMER NIGHT]

Evert Taube song #3, written in 1928 and published in 1936. Summer night in the skerries: an ecstatic invitation to the dance.

More about this song: https://michaelpeverett.blogspot.com/2014/01/evert-taube-sommarnatt.html



7. FÖR KÄRLEKENS SKULL  [FOR LOVE'S SAKE]

Another song by Ted and Kenneth Gärdestad. Ted recorded it in 1993, signalling his return to the public eye after twelve years of mental instability. The song is about the return of spring and claims that the sun shines for "us", the song's two lovers: for the sake of love.

This is the only song on my album where there's an overdub... a bit of extra guitar filigree.



8. SÅ LÄNGE SKUTAN KAN GÅ   [AS LONG AS THE BOAT FORGES ON]

In Swedish, boats go (gå). Not in English, so what verb should you use instead? This is a skuta, a small cargo boat, and it's motorized, so "sail" doesn't really seem the appropriate verb to use.

Evert Taube song  #4. One of his last songs, first performed in 1960. In it he looks back to the adventurous days of his youth, in this case as a sailor in the Caribbean. Exhorts us to celebrate the good times; soon enough the bell will toll for us.

More about this song: https://michaelpeverett.blogspot.com/2018/04/evert-taube-sa-lange-skutan-kan-ga.html




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Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Evert Taube: Så länge skutan kan gå





While the boat forges on,
then the heart beats high,
then the the sun glitters on the blue waves!
A day or two more,
just keep hanging in there,
for many are those who never see such light!
And who said that you should come into this world
to have this sunshine and joy on the voyage?
Or under the light of the stars
lie flat out on the foc's'le,
Or snatch a kiss or two in a whirling dance?

Yes, who said that you should have hearing and sight,
hear the boom of the waves and sing your songs?
And who said that you should have the finest grub,
And like a sea-bird be flying over the waves?

And as the engine throbs,
And though the watch seems long,
Yet think that soon enough the bell tolls for you: Ding, Ding, Dong!
While the boat forges on,
then the heart beats high,
and the sun glitters on the blue waves!
So do your work gladly, though you're aching;
Soon you'll have rest for all eternity!
But that needn't hinder you at all
From being glad and cheerful
So let's join together in a real seven-singing waltz!

It's amazingly lucky you're alive, my friend,
and you can waltz all around in Havana!
And when the money runs out, just go off to sea again,
with the Caribbean tradewinds round your forehead!

Do your work with a will,
Go ashore now and then,
Snatch a kiss or two in a whirling dance!
While the boat forges on
then the heart beats high,
and the sun glitters on the blue waves!


                Am            F
Så länge skutan kan gå
                 C               G
Så länge hjärtat kan slå
                Dm          C        F G         C
Så länge solen den glittrar på böljorna blå
                  Am          F
Om blott en dag eller två
                 C            G
Så håll tillgodo åndå
                       Dm            C              Dm     G     C
För det finns många som aldrig en ljusglimt kan få!
                       Am            F7                 E7
Och vem har sagt att just du kom till världen
                 E7                              Am
För att få solsken och lycka på färden?
                   C               F
Att under stjärnornas glans
                  C         G
Bli purrad uti en skans
               Dm           C           G7         C
Att få en kyss eller två I en yrande dans?
       F                                                 Gm            C
Ja, vem har sagt att just du skall ha hörsel och syn,
          Gm          C              Gdim     F
Höra böljornas brus och kunna sjunga!
            Cm                      D                Gm         C
Och vem har sagt att just du skall ha bästa menyn
            Gm               F        C7    F
Och som fågeln på vågorna gunga.


                Am            F
Och vid motorernas gång
                 C               G
Och ifall vakten blir lång,
                   Dm                  C            F   G                    C
Så minns att snart klämtar klockan för dig: ding, ding, dång!
                  Am          F
Så länge skutan kan gå,
                  C              G
Så länge hjärtat kan slå,
                 Dm           C           Dm     G C
Så länge solen den glittrar på böljorna blå,
                   Am             F7              E7
Så tag med glädje ditt jobb fast du lider,
                    E7                  Am
Snart får du vila för eviga tider!
                C                F
Men inte hindrar det alls
                 C                 G
Att du är glad och ger hals,
                   Dm            C               G7             C
Så kläm nu i med en verkligt sju-sjungande vals!
                 F                          Gm           C
Det är en rasande tur att du lever, min vän
                Gm           C            Gdim  F
Och kan valsa omkring uti Havanna!
          Cm                D               Gm       C
Om pengarna tagit slut, gå till sjöss omigen
            Gm           F              C7      F
Med karibiens passadvind kring pannan.
           Dm             Bb
Klara jobbet med glans,
           F              C
Gå iland någonstans,
           Gm          F            C7       F           A7
Ta en kyss eller två I en yrande dans!
                 Dm           Bb
Så länge skutan kan gå,
                  F              C
Så länge hjärtat kan slå,
                Gm          F             Gm C7    F
Så länge solen den glittrar på böljorna blå.








One of Evert Taube's last songs, first performed in 1960. The original title was "Vals på Kariben / Waltz in the Caribbean". In it the elderly composer looks back to the days of his seafaring youth in the merchant navy. Death hangs heavily over this song of life, surely one of his greatest.



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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Evert Taube: Sjösala vals




Sjösala vals




G                                                                      D7
Rönnerdahl han skuttar med ett skratt ur sin säng
D7                                                         G
Solen står på Orrberget. Sunnanvind brusar.
G                                                         D7   
Rönnerdahl han valsar över Sjösala äng.
D7                                                              G
Hör min vackra visa, kom sjung min refräng!
G
Tärnan har fått ungar
        B7
och dyker i min vik,
      Em
ur alla gröna dungar
          B7
hörs finkarnas musik.
         C
Och se, så många blommor
          G                     
som redan slagit ut på ängen!
C                 D7                 G
Gullviva, mandelblom, kattfot och blå viol.


            Rönnerdahl jumped up with a laugh from his bed.
           
The sun is over Orr mountain, the southern wind rushing.
           
Rönnerdahl he waltzes over Sjösala field.
           
Hear my pretty song, come sing my refrain!
           
The tern has got her young ones
            
and is diving in my bay,
            From
all the green dingles
            is heard
the music of the finches.
           
And see, so many flowers
            already blooming in the field
!
            Cowslip and almond-flower, cat's-foot and violet blue!



Rönnerdahl han virvlar sina lurviga ben
under vita skjortan som viftar kring vaderna.
Lycklig som en lärka uti majsolens sken,
sjunger han för ekorrn, som gungar på gren!
Kurre, kurre, kurre
nu dansar Rönnedahl.
Koko! Och göken ropar
uti hans gröna dal.
Och se, så många blommor
som redan slagit ut på ängen!
Gullviva, mandelblom, kattfot och blå viol.


             Rönnerdahl he whirls his rough legs
             beneath 
the white nightshirt that flaps round his calves.
            
Happy as a lark in the May sunshine,
            
He sings for the squirrels who are swinging on the branch!
             Scurry scurry scurry
,
            N
ow dances Rönnerdahl!
            Coo-Coo
! And the cuckoo calls
            from
his green dale.
            
And see, so many flowers
            already blooming
 in the field!
            Cowslip and almond-flower, cat's-foot and violet blue!





Rönnerdahl han binder utav blommor en krans,
binder den kring håret, det gråa och rufsiga,
valsar in i stugan och har lutan till hands,
väcker frun och barnen med drill och kadans.
Titta! ropar ungarna,
Pappa är en brud,
med blomsterkrans i håret
och nattskjortan till skrud!
Och se, så många blommor
som redan slagit ut på ängen!
Gullviva, mandelblom, kattfot och blå viol.


            Rönnerdahl he weaves from the flowers a garland,
            
binds it around his hair, which is grey and scraggy,
            he waltzes
into his cottage and has the lute in hand,
            his
wife and children awaken to trills and cadences.
            See
! cry the children,
           
Daddy is a bride,
           
with a flower wreath in his hair
            
and his nightshirt for a wedding gown!
           
And see, so many flowers 
            already blooming in the field!
            Cowslip and almond-flower, cat's-foot and violet blue!


Rönnerdahl är gammal men han valsar ändå,
Rönnerdahl har sorger och ont om sekiner.
Sällan får han rasta - han får slita för två.
Hur han klarar skivan, kan ingen förstå,
ingen, utom tärnan
i viken - hon som dök
och ekorren och finken
och vårens första gök.
Och blommorna, de blommor
som redan slagit ut på ängen,
Gullviva, mandelblom, kattfot och blå viol.


            Rönnerdahl is old but he waltzes yet.
           
Rönnerdahl has troubles and is strapped for cash.
           
Rarely does he rest, he must labour for two.
            
How he gets by, none can understand!
            None but
the tern
          
in the bay - the one who dives -
          
and the squirrel and the finches
          
and the first cuckoo of spring.
          
And the flowers, the flowers
           already blooming in the field! 

           Cowslip and
 almond-flower, cat's-foot and violet blue!


*


The first part of each verse is an object lesson in how to make an entrancing melody using only two chords! In the Youtube performance Evert Taube seems to play a different chord in place of the first B7.

My own rendition:



Sjösala: About 25km due east of Stockholm, on the shore of the archipelago. I'd probably describe it as part of the mainland rather than a distinct island, but in this semi-submerged part of the world it's a moot point.


The common May flowers in Rönnerdahl's meadow are:


Gullviva (literally Golden Primrose) - Primula veris  - Cowslip.
Mandelblom (=Mandelblomma) literally "almond flower" - Saxifraga granulata - Meadow Saxifrage
Kattfot lit. Cat's foot - Antennaria dioica - Mountain Everlasting
Blå Viol (lit blue violet)  - Viola  species; given the location and colour, it must surely be Ängsviol - Viola canina - Heath Dog-violet.

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One of Evert Taube's best-known songs. Here are some more:


https://michaelpeverett.blogspot.com/2018/04/evert-taube-sa-lange-skutan-kan-ga.html


http://michaelpeverett.blogspot.co.uk/2017/05/dansen-pa-sunnano-dance-in-sunnano.html


http://michaelpeverett.blogspot.co.uk/2014/01/evert-taube-sommarnatt.html


http://michaelpeverett.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/evert-taube-rosa-pa-bal-rosa-at-ball.html


http://michaelpeverett.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/evert-taube-calle-schewens-vals.html





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Thursday, May 04, 2017

"Dansen på Sunnanö" / "The Dance in Sunnanö"





A song by Evert Taube, published in 1953. Rönnerdahl is an elderly spelman (fiddler) who appears in several Taube songs.


Dansen på Sunnanö

Där går en dans på Sunnanö
där dansar Rönnerdahl
med lilla Eva Liljebäck
på pensionatets bal
och genom fönstren strömmar in
från skärgårdsnatten sval
doft av syrener och jasmin
i pensionatets sal
doft av syrener och jasmin
i pensionatets sal


             There is a dance in Sunnanö
             there dances Rönnerdahl
             with little Eva Liljebäck
             at the pension* ball
             and through the window streams in
             from the skerry night's coolness
             the scent of lilac and jasmine
             into the pension hall
             the scent of lilac and jasmine
             into the pension hall



Och lilla Evas arm är rund           
och fräknig hennes hy
och röd som smultron hennes mun
och klänningen är ny
herr Rönnerdahl det är ju ni
som tar vem ni vill ha
bland alla kvinnor jorden runt
det har jag hört ha ha
bland alla kvinnor jorden runt
det har jag hört, ha ha


                And little Eva's arm is round
                and freckled is her hue
                and red as a strawberry her mouth
                and her dress brand new
               "Herr Rönnerdahl, I know your sort
               You take just just what you want
               of all the women in the world
               that's what I've been told, ha-ha!
               of all the women in the world
               that's what I've been told, ha-ha!"





Att ta är inte min musik          
nej fröken men att ge
jag slösar men är ändå rik
så länge jag kan se
vad ser ni då herr Rönnerdal
kanske min nya kjol
ja den och kanske något mer
ta hit en bra fiol
ja den och kanske något mer
ta hit en bra fiol


                   "To take is not my music's way
                  dear young lady, but to give.
                  I squander all, yet still I'm rich,
                  so long as I can see."
                  "And what do you see, Herr Rönnerdahl --
                  maybe my brand new dress?"
                  "Yes, that, and maybe something more...
                  Pass me the fiddle, please!
                  Yes, that, and maybe something more...
                  Pass me the fiddle please!"             



Där går en dans på Sunnanö
till Rönnerdahls fiol
där dansar vågor dansar vind
och snön som föll i fjol
den virvlar där, där går ett brus
igenom park och sal
och sommarmorgonen står ljus
och södergöken gal
och sommarmorgonen står ljus
och södergöken gal


             There is a dance in Sunnanö
             to Rönnerdahl's violin
             the waves dance and the winds dance
             and the snows that fell last year
             they swirl around, a rush of noise
             flows through the park and hall
             and the summer morning lightens
             and the south-cuckoo calls    **           
             and the summer morning lightens
             and the south-cuckoo calls





Och lilla Eva dansar nu             
med Fänrik Rosenberg
och inga fräknar syns på hyn
så röd är hennes färg
men Rönnerdahl är blek och skön
och spelar som en gud
och svävar i en högre rymd
där Eva är hans brud
och svävar i en högre rymd
där Eva är hans brud


                    And little Eva dances now
                    with Ensign Rosenberg
                    and now no freckles can be seen,
                    so rosy is her hue!
                    But Rönnerdahl is pale and fine
                    and plays just like a god...
                    floating upon a higher plane
                    where Eva is his bride
                    floating upon a higher plane
                    where Eva is his bride!












* "Pensionat" -- a modest hotel, almost a guest-house. The golden age of the "pensionat" was coming to an end in 1953. In fact there is no pensionat on Sunnanö (an island in the Stockholm skerries)... Taube is supposed to have based this song on the pensionat in Södermöja.
** The call of the first cuckoo, if it comes from the south, betokens death according to a Swedish folk superstition: Södergöken, dödergöken... Explained in this entertaining note to the OE poem The Seafarer by Charles Harrison-Wallace:  http://www.cichw1.net/seacuckoo.html


Evert Taube singing the song (unfortunately truncated in the last verse). Note the cuckoo-calls in the guitar part!





The song lends itself to developments such as this lovely version by Göran Fristorp:





A version by Anna-Lotta Larsson:



A version by me:









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