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Songs for a Very Little Sphinx

Song Cycle by Karen Griebling (b. 1957)

Publisher: ACA (external link)

0. Prelude
 (Sung text for setting by K. Griebling)
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

Set by Karen Griebling (b. 1957), 1984, published 2026 [ piano ], ACA

1. Burdocks  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Everybody but just me
Despises burdocks. Mother, she
Despises 'em the most because
They stick so to my socks and drawers.
But father, when he sits on some,
Can't speak a decent word for 'em.

Text Authorship:

  • by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), no title, appears in Poems Selected for Young People, in From a Very Little Sphinx, no. 3, first published 1929

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4. Suicide  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
I know a hundred ways to die.
I've often thought that I'd try one:
Lie down beneath a motor truck
Some day when standing by one.

Or throw myself from off a bridge -- 
Except such things must be
So hard upon the scavengers
And men that clean the sea.

I know some poison I could drink.
I've often thought I'd taste it.
But mother bought it for the sink,
And drinking it would waste it.

Text Authorship:

  • by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), no title, appears in Poems Selected for Young People, in From a Very Little Sphinx, no. 4, first published 1929

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 110
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