by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
A Boy
Language: English
Out of the noise of tired people working, Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead, His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing, Clean boyish beauty and high-held head. Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them, Fearless and shy the young unwearied eyes— Men die by millions now, because God blunders, Yet to have made this boy he must be wise.
Text Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "A Boy" [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 Ronald Perera (b. 1941), "A Boy", 2020 [ soprano and piano ], from That We Were Gone. Three Poems in Time of War by Sara Teasdale for Soprano and Piano, no. 2, Pear Tree Press Music Publishers distributed by Subito Music Corp. [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2024-11-01
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Word count: 67