AtanariaIn the shifting infinity of modern soundscapes, Words of Sara emerges like a breath from eternity—an incandescent dialogue suspended between worlds. This luminous offering by Marina Anne Nolles (M.A.N), alongside the celestial harmonies of Elodie Longuemart, resurrects the delicate yet profound essence of Sara Teasdale’s verse. In an alchemy of folk and blues, these musicians summon forth a forgotten poet’s tender lamentations, weaving a sonic incantation that feels at once ancient and immediate.
It all began with a rediscovered tome—Love Songs—its pages inscribed with whispers of a romance unfulfilled, the handwritten echoes of Donald, the clandestine paramour of M.A.N’s great-grandmother Dorothy. Their love, unconsummated beyond the veils of ink and paper, becomes a spectral muse, a heartbeat pulsing across the chasm of time. Moved by this poignant narrative, Marina finds herself a vessel through which forgotten passions might sing again.
Thus, the music (and poetry) was born.
Marina’s voice—mesmerizing, tantalizing—unfolds like a velvet shadow, carrying within it the weight of melancholy and the fire of romance. It is a voice that haunts, a siren’s call drenched in longing and memory. Each syllable seems to shimmer, suspended in a gossamer mist of emotion. She does not merely sing the poems; she inhabits them, breathing into Teasdale’s words a soul-stirring life, as though channeling the poet’s very essence.
Her guitar, delicate and atmospheric, weaves through the verses like moonlight through lace—each note a whisper, a secret, a sigh. The minimalist folk arrangements are imbued with an ethereal grace, reminiscent of the spectral elegance of Agnes Obel or the intimate depth of Joni Mitchell. Yet, there is an ineffable originality here, an otherworldly cadence that transcends mere influence.
Elodie Longuemart’s harmonies and percussions add a deeper resonance—a heartbeat beneath the melody, a shadow beneath the flame. Their voices entwine, a celestial duet that mirrors the dualities of Teasdale’s poetry: beauty and sorrow, love and loss, presence and absence.
In Words of Sara, time collapses, and the past is rendered achingly present. Teasdale’s verses, with their delicate melancholia, find new breath, transmuted into soundscapes that shimmer with longing. Each song is a portal, inviting us into a world where love letters never fade, and every word is a heartbeat.
This is more than a musical adaptation; it is an act of resurrection, a summoning of forgotten spirits into the light. In Marina’s tantalizing voice, we hear the echoes of unspoken loves and unfulfilled dreams, vibrating like a memory just beyond reach.
In a world yearning for authenticity, Words of Sara is a testament to the enduring power of love and the haunting beauty of longing. It is a reminder that some stories, some loves, are too powerful to be lost. They linger, waiting for the right soul to hear them, to sing them back into the world.
And in this ethereal offering, the words of Sara Teasdale live again—radiant, romantic, and utterly transcendent.
