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Three Poems by Elinor Wylie (download)

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These three poems by Elinor Wylie (1885-1928) can be found in her book “Nets to Catch the Wind”. This set, which was premiered September 5th, 2014 at the Center for New Music in San Francisco, was written speci´Čücally for Amy Foote, Danielle (Reutter-Harrah) Sampson,Adam Cockerham, andAlexis Luque.

Length: 8 minutes 

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Three Poems by Elinor Wylie (2014) Kyle Hovatter feat. Amy Foote, Jarring Sounds + Alexis Luque 08:22

Three Poems by Elinor Wylie (2014) two sopranos, guitar + bassoon 1 - The Eagle and the Mole 2 - Atavism 2:51 3 - Village Mystery 6:02 Premiere performance at the Center for New Music, San Francisco September 5, 2014 by Amy Foote, Jarring Sounds (Danielle Sampson and Adam Cockerham), and Alexis Luque http://www.amymichellefoote.com/ http://www.jarringsounds.com ---The Eagle and the Mole--- Avoid the reeking herd, Shun the polluted flock, Live like that stoic bird, The eagle of the rock. The huddled warmth of crowds Begets and fosters hate; He keeps above the clouds His cliff inviolate. When flocks are folded warm, And herds to shelter run, He sails above the storm, He stares into the sun. If in the eagle's track Your sinews cannot leap, Avoid the lathered pack, Turn from the steaming sheep. If you would keep your soul From spotted sight or sound, Live like the velvet mole: Go burrow underground. And there hold intercourse With roots of trees and stones, With rivers at their source, And disembodied bones. ---Atavism--- I was always afraid of Somes's Pond: Not the little pond, by which the willow stands, Where laughing boys catch alewives in their hands In brown, bright shallows; but the one beyond. There, where the frost makes all the birches burn Yellow as cow-lilies, and the pale sky shines Like a polished shell between black spruce and pines, Some strange thing tracks us, turning where we turn. You'll say I dreamed it, being the true daughter Of those who in old times endured this dread. Look! Where the lily-stems are showing red A silent paddle moves below the water, A sliding shape has stirred them like a breath; Tall plumes surmount a painted mask of death. ---Village Mystery--- I saw the dead girl Cringe and whine and cower In the weeping air. But she wasn't any of my kin so I did not care.

  • Three Poems by...
    Three Poems by Elinor Wylie (2014) two sopranos, guitar + bass...

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Composer:
Kyle Hovatter
Instrumentation:
2 Sopranos, Bassoon, Guitar
Format:
Digital Download (pdf)

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Three Poems by Elinor Wylie (2014) Kyle Hovatter feat. Amy Foote, Jarring Sounds + Alexis Luque 08:22

Three Poems by Elinor Wylie (2014) two sopranos, guitar + bassoon 1 - The Eagle and the Mole 2 - Atavism 2:51 3 - Village Mystery 6:02 Premiere performance at the Center for New Music, San Francisco September 5, 2014 by Amy Foote, Jarring Sounds (Danielle Sampson and Adam Cockerham), and Alexis Luque http://www.amymichellefoote.com/ http://www.jarringsounds.com ---The Eagle and the Mole--- Avoid the reeking herd, Shun the polluted flock, Live like that stoic bird, The eagle of the rock. The huddled warmth of crowds Begets and fosters hate; He keeps above the clouds His cliff inviolate. When flocks are folded warm, And herds to shelter run, He sails above the storm, He stares into the sun. If in the eagle's track Your sinews cannot leap, Avoid the lathered pack, Turn from the steaming sheep. If you would keep your soul From spotted sight or sound, Live like the velvet mole: Go burrow underground. And there hold intercourse With roots of trees and stones, With rivers at their source, And disembodied bones. ---Atavism--- I was always afraid of Somes's Pond: Not the little pond, by which the willow stands, Where laughing boys catch alewives in their hands In brown, bright shallows; but the one beyond. There, where the frost makes all the birches burn Yellow as cow-lilies, and the pale sky shines Like a polished shell between black spruce and pines, Some strange thing tracks us, turning where we turn. You'll say I dreamed it, being the true daughter Of those who in old times endured this dread. Look! Where the lily-stems are showing red A silent paddle moves below the water, A sliding shape has stirred them like a breath; Tall plumes surmount a painted mask of death. ---Village Mystery--- I saw the dead girl Cringe and whine and cower In the weeping air. But she wasn't any of my kin so I did not care.

  • Three Poems by...
    Three Poems by Elinor Wylie (2014) two sopranos, guitar + bass...