by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
Blue squills
Language: English
How many million Aprils came Before I ever knew How white a cherry bough could be, A bed of squills, how blue! And many a dancing April When life is done with me, Will lift the blue flame of the flower And the white flame of the tree. Oh burn me with your beauty, then, Oh hurt me, tree and flower, Lest in the end death try to take Even this glistening hour. O shaken flowers, O shimmering trees, O sunlit white and blue, Wound me, that I, through endless sleep, May bear the scar of you.
Text Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Blue squills", appears in Flame and Shadow [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Scott Gendel (b. 1977), "Blue squills", 2011 [ voice and piano ], from My Songs Do Not Belong To Me, no. 5 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2015-10-30
Line count: 16
Word count: 97