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'''Description:''' A meditation on the Renaissance Street Singers | '''Description:''' A meditation on the Renaissance Street Singers | ||
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Lucid as sunlight, | |||
Swift as running water, wild! | |||
Wild like the architecture of a tree | |||
which grows that way because it must, | |||
Its ravelled branches balanced | |||
In perfect harmony of form. | |||
More like wolf song than like bird song, | |||
Like an antheap than a honeycomb, | |||
It carves its way like a river in spate. | |||
It seeps into the brain and changes it, | |||
connecting neurons and linking synapses. | |||
And its fruits are instruction, healing, | |||
tranquillity and delight.}} | |||
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- (Posted 2020-01-23) CPDL #56731:
- Editor: John Hetland (submitted 2020-01-23). Score information: Unknown Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: In bar 14, soprano, change the two 16ths to four 32nds, C-B-A-D
General Information
Title: What We Sing
Composer: Barbara Rosen
Lyricist: Barbara Rosen
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Composed: 2005
Description: A meditation on the Renaissance Street Singers
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Original text and translations
English text
Lucid as sunlight,
Swift as running water, wild!
Wild like the architecture of a tree
which grows that way because it must,
Its ravelled branches balanced
In perfect harmony of form.
More like wolf song than like bird song,
Like an antheap than a honeycomb,
It carves its way like a river in spate.
It seeps into the brain and changes it,
connecting neurons and linking synapses.
And its fruits are instruction, healing,
tranquillity and delight.