My hope is that people can at least understand the amazing piece of art Gucci created and that they know how to enjoy this trance-like parade of vocal/visual/colourful art.
0:30 start of the poem Night, until 4:16 The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest. And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night. Farewell, green fields and happy grove, Where flocks have took delight: Where lambs have nibbled, silent move The feet of angels bright; Unseen they pour blessing And joy without ceasing On each bud and blossom, And each sleeping bosom. They look in every thoughtless nest Where birds are cover'd warm; They visit caves of every beast, To keep them all from harm: If they see any weeping That should have been sleeping, They pour sleep on their head, And sit down by their bed. When wolves and tigers howl for prey, They pitying stand and weep, Seeking to drive their thirst away And keep them from the sheep. But, if they rush dreadful, The angels, most heedful, Receive each mild spirit, New worlds to inherit. And there the lion's ruddy eyes Shall flow with tears of gold: And pitying the tender cries, And walking round the fold: Saying, 'Wrath, by His meekness, And, by His health, sickness, Are driven away From our immortal day. 'And now beside thee, bleating lamb, I can lie down and sleep, Or think on Him who bore thy name, Graze after thee, and weep. For, wash'd in life's river, My bright mane for ever Shall shine like the gold As I guard o'er the fold.' Second poem: My Pretty Rose Tree, 6:49 to 7:14 A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said, ‘I’ve a pretty rose tree,’ And I passed the sweet flower o’er. Then I went to my pretty rose tree, To tend her by day and by night; But my rose turned away with jealousy, And her thorns were my only delight. 3rd poem, Ah! Sun-flower, 7:21 to 7:48 Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the travellers journey is done. Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: Arise from their graves and aspire, Where my Sun-flower wishes to go. 4th poem, The Lilly, 7:54 to 8:08 The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat’ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. The last poem, The Garden of Love, 9:46 to 10:20 I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And Thou shalt not. writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires. Repetition of My Pretty Rose Tree from 10:23 to 10:34 A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said, ‘I’ve a pretty rose tree,’ And I passed the sweet flower o’er. Amazing work by Gucci, Florence Welsh and William Blake :)
0:30 start the poem Night, (all poems created by William Blake) , until 4:16 Second poem: My Pretty Rose Tree, 6:49 to 7:14 3rd poem, Ah! Sun-flower, 7:21 to 7:48 4th poem, The Lilly, 7:54 to 8:08 and the last poem, The Garden of Love, 9:46 to 10:20 Finally a reminiscence of My Pretty Rose Tree from 10:23 to 10:34. Enjoy :)
pieced it together as best as i could The sun descending in the west the evening star does shine the birds are silent in their nest and i must seek for mine The moon like a flower in heavens half hour with silent delight sits and smiles in the night Farewell green fields and happy graves where flocks have took to light where lambs have nippled silent wombs the feet of angels bright Unseen they pour blessing enjoy without ceasing and each bud and blossom and each sleeping buzzom They look in every thoughtless nest where birds are covered warm they visit caves of every beast to keep them all from harm they see anything that should have been sleeping they pull sleep upon their head and sit down by their bed My wolves and tigers howl for prey they pity and stand and weep seeking to drive their thirst away keep them from the sheep but if they rush dreadfully, the angels most hateful perceive each wild spirit needing worlds to inherit And there the lions ruddy eyes shall flow with tears of gold and pitying their tender cries and walking around the fold saying wrath by his weakness and by his health sickness is driven away from our immortal day And now the sun being fleeting land i can lie down and sleep or think on him who bore thy name graze after thee in communion For washed in lifes river my bright beings were there and shall shine like the gold as i guard him from the fold as i guard him from the fold Shine like the gold as i guard from the fold A flower was offered to me, such a flower as may never born but i said i have a pretty rose tree and passed the sweet flower o’er then i went to my pretty rose tree to tend her by day and by night but my rose turned away with jealousy and i ?thummed? to my only delight Oh, sun flower, weary of time who counted the steps of the sun seeking after that sweet golden pine where the travellers journey is done Where the youth bend away with desire and the pale version shrouded in snow arise from their graves in despire that my sunflower wishes to go The modest pharoahs puts forth the thorn the humble sheep, the threatening horn or the lady white shall love in delight no thorn, nor thread stain her beauty bright I went to the garden of love and saw what i had never seen a chapel was built in the mist, where i used to play upon the green and the gates of this chapel were shut and thou shone light red upon the door so i turned to the garden of love, that so many sweet flowers bore and i saw it filled with graves and tombstones where the flowers should be and priests in black gowns all walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires A flower was offered to me, such a flower as may never bore, but i said ‘i have a pretty rose tree, and passed the sweet flower o’er
Florence Welch is reciting poetry throughout this
Five poems by William Blake：Night, My Pretty Rose Tree, Ah! Sun-flower, The Lilly, The Garden of Love
My hope is that people can at least understand the amazing piece of art Gucci created and that they know how to enjoy this trance-like parade of vocal/visual/colourful art.
0:30 start of the poem Night, until 4:16
The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest.
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.
Farewell, green fields and happy grove,
Where flocks have took delight:
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing
And joy without ceasing
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.
They look in every thoughtless nest
Where birds are cover'd warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep,
Seeking to drive their thirst away
And keep them from the sheep.
But, if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying, 'Wrath, by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Are driven away
From our immortal day.
'And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
For, wash'd in life's river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o'er the fold.'
Second poem: My Pretty Rose Tree, 6:49 to 7:14
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said, ‘I’ve a pretty rose tree,’
And I passed the sweet flower o’er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
3rd poem, Ah! Sun-flower, 7:21 to 7:48
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the travellers journey is done.
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
Arise from their graves and aspire,
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
4th poem, The Lilly, 7:54 to 8:08
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat’ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
The last poem, The Garden of Love, 9:46 to 10:20
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And Thou shalt not. writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
Repetition of My Pretty Rose Tree from 10:23 to 10:34
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said, ‘I’ve a pretty rose tree,’
And I passed the sweet flower o’er.
Amazing work by Gucci, Florence Welsh and William Blake :)
0:30 start the poem Night, (all poems created by William Blake) , until 4:16
Second poem: My Pretty Rose Tree, 6:49 to 7:14
3rd poem, Ah! Sun-flower, 7:21 to 7:48
4th poem, The Lilly, 7:54 to 8:08
and the last poem, The Garden of Love, 9:46 to 10:20
Finally a reminiscence of My Pretty Rose Tree from 10:23 to 10:34.
Enjoy :)
pieced it together as best as i could
The sun descending in the west
the evening star does shine
the birds are silent in their nest
and i must seek for mine
The moon like a flower in heavens half hour
with silent delight
sits and smiles in the night
Farewell green fields and happy graves
where flocks have took to light
where lambs have nippled silent wombs
the feet of angels bright
Unseen they pour blessing
enjoy without ceasing
and each bud and blossom
and each sleeping buzzom
They look in every thoughtless nest
where birds are covered warm
they visit caves of every beast to keep them all from harm
they see anything that should have been sleeping
they pull sleep upon their head and sit down by their bed
My wolves and tigers howl for prey
they pity and stand and weep
seeking to drive their thirst away
keep them from the sheep
but if they rush dreadfully, the angels most hateful
perceive each wild spirit
needing worlds to inherit
And there the lions ruddy eyes
shall flow with tears of gold
and pitying their tender cries and walking around the fold
saying wrath by his weakness and by his health sickness
is driven away from our immortal day
And now the sun being fleeting land
i can lie down and sleep
or think on him who bore thy name
graze after thee in communion
For washed in lifes river
my bright beings were there and shall shine like the gold
as i guard him from the fold
as i guard him from the fold
Shine like the gold
as i guard from the fold
A flower was offered to me, such a flower as may never born
but i said i have a pretty rose tree
and passed the sweet flower o’er
then i went to my pretty rose tree to tend her by day and by night
but my rose turned away with jealousy
and i ?thummed? to my only delight
Oh, sun flower, weary of time
who counted the steps of the sun
seeking after that sweet golden pine
where the travellers journey is done
Where the youth bend away with desire
and the pale version shrouded in snow
arise from their graves in despire
that my sunflower wishes to go
The modest pharoahs puts forth the thorn
the humble sheep, the threatening horn
or the lady white shall love in delight
no thorn, nor thread stain her beauty bright
I went to the garden of love and saw what i had never seen
a chapel was built in the mist, where i used to play upon the green
and the gates of this chapel were shut and thou shone light red upon the door
so i turned to the garden of love, that so many sweet flowers bore
and i saw it filled with graves and tombstones where the flowers should be
and priests in black gowns all walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires
A flower was offered to me, such a flower as may never bore,
but i said ‘i have a pretty rose tree, and passed the sweet flower o’er
obsessed
I love it all!! The Gucci aesthetic is amazing!
Most beautiful collection ever!!!!!!
Love Gucci for its freedom of expression!
I couldn't stop imagining all of this as homeschool kids walking into public school for the first time to attend senior prom
The best season of gucci
please don't stop making pieces like this i love it, and more asian models since asian cultures really inspired your collection :)
beyond words so beautiful I love it
IS BEAUTIFULLL♡♡♡♡
song 💗
The real creator of Gucci is way awesome 👍
sooo cool love this!!!
Wow! Just wow!
intensely, intrigued and conclusive.
Gucci is the new religion
so spiritual growth and journey
love forever
Would you give information on the music you used?
amém Florence Weeeeeeelch
i love so much
Excellent! I love this!
Beautiful
I like this campaign
beautiful the blonde lady.
amazing
whats the name of this songs, pleas?
pietr11 Songs of innocence and experience
florence ❤️
a lot of varieties.
Who is 1:43?
perfectly the Japanese dress ( gown).
can someone tell the name of the background music!! PLEASE!!!!
Dove sei Alessandro?
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☺👏🍒👄❤🍓🌹🌈💎🌐👅😊🎆👌genius pretty nice!!!!
merci pour les recommandations le peintre du banc bon public inspiré de Paris à ses mystères
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Got lucky with the true Gucci
Que cursi es todo no mames
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3 Black Models. T H R E E.
Beautiful Line; Disappointing Variety. Again. 😔
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