A SATB div. a cappella choral piece
Heaven-invading hills are drowned
In wide moving waves of mist,
Phlox before my door are wound
In dripping wreaths of amethyst.
Ten feet away the solid earth
Changes into melting cloud,
There is a hush of pain and mirth,
No bird has heart to speak aloud.
Here in a world without a sky,
Without the ground, without the sea,
The one unchanging thing is I,
Myself remains to comfort me.
-Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
I felt drawn to the imagery of this poem. What seems like beauty at first is eventually shown to be pain and hardship. The world is always changing and in those times of change one can feel lost, lonely, and suffocated by the world around themselves, but as long as you believe in yourself; you can continue on.
Premiered: November 1st, 2018