Lovesongs: 6 Songs to Poems of E. E. Cummings

Song Cycle by Margaret Garwood (1927 - 2015)

?. What a proud dreamhorse  [sung text not yet checked]

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what a proud dreamhorse pulling (smoothloomingly) through
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?. cruelly, love  [sung text not yet checked]

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cruelly,love
walk the autumn long;
the last flower in whose hair,
thy lips are cold with songs

for which is
first to wither,to pass?
shallowness of sunlight
falls and,cruelly,
across the grass
Comes the 
moon

love,walk the
autumn
love,for the last
flower in the hair withers;
thy hair is acold with 
dreams,
love thou art frail

—walk the longness of autumn
smile dustily to the people,
for winter
who crookedly care.

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?. It may not always be so  [sung text not yet checked]

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it may not always be so;and i say 
that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch 
another's,and your dear strong fingers clutch 
his heart,as mine in time not far away; 
if on another's face your sweet hair lay 
in such a silence as i know,or such 
great writhing words as,uttering overmuch, 
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; 

if this should be,i say if this should be-- 
you of my heart,send me a little word; 
that i may go unto him,and take his hands, 
saying,Accept all happiness from me. 
Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird 
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

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Confirmed with E. E. Cummings, Tulips and Chimneys, New York: Liveright, 1976, page 140.


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?. Now all the fingers of this tree

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now all the fingers of this tree(darling)have
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?. Who knows if the moon's a balloon  [sung text not yet checked]

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who knows if the moon's        
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then           
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people        

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

always
          it's
                   Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves

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?. A wind has blown the rain away  [sung text not yet checked]

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a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand.  I think i too have known
autumn too long

                  (and what have you to say,
wind wind wind -- did you love somebody
and have you the petal of somewhere in your heart
pinched from dumb summer?
                            O crazy daddy
of death dance cruelly for us and start

the last leaf whirling in the final brain
of air!)Let us as we have seen see
doom's integration... a wind has blown the rain

away and the leaves and the sky and the
trees stand:
             the trees stand.  The trees,
suddenly wait against the moon's face.

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Total word count: 494