When death comes and whispers to me, "Thy days are ended," let me say to him, "I have lived in love and not in mere time." He will ask, "Will thy songs remain?" I shall say, "I know not, but this I know that often when I sang I found my eternity."
Final Songs
by Lowell Liebermann (b. 1961)
1. When death comes and whispers to me
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Many red devils ran from my heart
Language: English
Many red devils ran from my heart And out upon the page, They were so tiny The pen could mash them. And many struggled in the ink. It was strange To write in this red muck Of things from my heart.
Text Authorship:
- by Stephen Crane (1871 - 1900)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. Death by Drums
Language: English
If I cried out in anger against music [ ... ]
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Graves (1895 - 1985), copyright ©
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This text may be copyright, so we will not display it until we obtain permission to do so or discover it is public-domain.4. Listening to Comrade Shostakovich on the Day of His Death
Language: English
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- by Rod Jellema , copyright ©
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Language: English
A few miles ago, a year, a year
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- by Randall Jarrell (1914 - 1965), copyright ©
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This text may be copyright, so we will not display it until we obtain permission to do so or discover it is public-domain.6. There was a man with tongue of wood
Language: English
There was a man with tongue of wood Who essayed to sing, And in truth it was lamentable. But there was one who heard The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood And knew what the man Wished to sing, And with that the singer was content.
Text Authorship:
- by Stephen Crane (1871 - 1900), no title, appears in War Is Kind and Other Lines, no. 16, first published 1899
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