Garlic and sapphires in the mud [ ... ]
Dancing Poems
Song Cycle by Camille Pepin (b. 1990)
1. At the still‑point  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by T. S. Eliot (1888 - 1965), no title, appears in Four Quartets, in 1. Burnt Norton, no. 2, 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.2. Slow Movement  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
All those treasures that lie in the little bolted box whose tiny space is [ ... ]
Text Authorship:
- by William Carlos Williams (1883 - 1963), "Slow Movement", 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.3. To a child dancing in the wind  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Dance there upon the shore; What need have you to care For wind or water's roar? And tumble out your hair That the salt drops have wet; Being young you have not known The fool's triumph, nor yet Love lost as soon as won, Nor the best labourer dead And all the sheaves to bind. What need have you to dread The monstrous crying of wind?
Text Authorship:
- by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), "To a child dancing in the wind"
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Note: also sometimes titled "To a Child dancing upon the shore"First published in Poetry, Chicago (December 1912), revised 1913
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4. Those dancing days are gone  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone, Wrapping that foul body up In as foul a rag: I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. Curse as you may I sing it through; What matter if the knave That the most could pleasure you, The children that he gave, Are somewhere sleeping like a top Under a marble flag? I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. I thought it out this very day. Noon upon the clock, A man may put pretence away Who leans upon a stick, May sing, and sing until he drop, Whether to maid or hag: I carry the sun in a golden cup, The moon in a silver bag.
Text Authorship:
- by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), "A song for music: Those dancing days are gone"
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- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Total word count: 682
