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Time Begin Again
by Kathleen WilsonTime, begin again
when the poet,
out of time,
becomes the tree
full of song of unseen birds,
and is beneath besides,
pen poised
so as to never end this line 01/28/1998 Author's Note: published in the Fall 2010 issue of "Badlands" the literary Journal of the U of San Bernadino/After I wrote this, I felt it would be a perfect piece to be set to music, considering the content as an obvious wish for unending musical repetitiveness... so I "commissioned" it. This poem was set for for soprano and flute in 1998 by Fred Kasper (1952-2000) You can see and download the printed music in the original manuscript at
http://www.oldflutes.com/fredkasper/orig/time1.gif
I sang this as part of our wedding concert, and my husband played the baroque flute part. We still do this piece and sometime I will record it so it can be heard here. It is a complex setting, so we have to work on it again!
Posted on 01/28/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Katerina T Nix on 01/29/07 at 02:12 AM Thank you for sharing this piece, Kathleen! I enjoyed it very much. The words are indeed very musical. Well done -Kat :) |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/29/07 at 05:03 PM I love the image of a poet becoming a tree full of song of unseen birds." This is definitely a testament to that fact that few words can create a timeless piece. The author's note adds so much - and I can imagine this poem song adding a sacred note to your wedding. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/29/07 at 10:40 PM Bet this makes a lovely art-song! Hope to hear it soon! |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/30/07 at 05:30 AM Kathy, I can see how this is a perfect piece for a wedding. It flows so well and captures the essence of what (I believe) a marriage should be. Poetry and nature just appear to go together. Nature is poetry come alive and you've illustrated that here.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 01/30/07 at 06:40 AM Quite beautiful, Kathy. I'd love to hear it too. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/01/07 at 07:11 PM Kinda like the endless chord. Time does indeed stand still while the poet writes...and captures life with words. |
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