Of all the Souls that stand create -
I have elected - One -
When Sense from Spirit - files away -
And Subterfuge - is done -
When that which is - and that which was -
Apart - intrinsic - stand -
And this brief Tragedy of Flesh -
Is shifted - like a Sand -
When Figures show their royal Front
And Mists - are carved away,
Behold the Atom - I preferred -
To all the lists of Clay!
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet, never, in Extremity,
Pain - has an Element of Blank -
It cannot recollect
When it begun - or if there were
A time when it was not -
It has no Future - but itself -
It's Infinite contain
It's Past - enlightened to perceive
New Periods - of Pain.
Great Streets of silence led away
To Neighbourhoods of Pause -
Here was no Notice - no Dissent -
No Universe - no Laws -
By Clocks, 'twas Morning, and for Night
The Bells at Distance called -
But Epoch had no basis here
For Period exhaled.
credits
released December 17, 2019
Soprano: Alice Privett, Piano: Chad Vindin. The Royal Academy of Music: David Josefowitz Recital Hall (London, 2019).
A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024