Song Coming Toward Us
Stark and spacious, rhythmic and soulful, it evokes the desert southwest.
| Item | Voicing | Duration | |||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| JS-041 | SSAA | 6:00 |
Fall 2015 release.
This is a setting of a poem by award wining American poet Carolyn Forché from her first anthology. An early work for the Seattle Women's Ensemble, this composition has minimalist rhythmic feel construction though still maintains a strong lyrical bent.
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Women & Trebles
Difficulty
Moderate
Song Coming Toward Us
Carolyn Forché (b.1950)
I am spirit entering
the stomach of the stones.
Bowls of clay and water sing,
set on the fires to dry.
The Mountain moves like the spirit of southeast morning.
You walk where drums are buried.
Feel their skins tapping all night.
Snow flutes swell ahead of your life.
Listen to yourself.
I am spirit living
thin wooden years around the aspen.
You live
like a brief wisp
in a giant place.