I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. ["It is futile," I said]1, "You can never -- " "You lie," he cried, And ran [on]2.
Six Poetic Songs [was Five Poetic Songs]
Song Cycle by Pasquale J. Spino (b. 1942)
?. I saw a man  [sung text not yet checked]
- by Stephen Crane (1871 - 1900), no title, appears in The Black Riders and Other Lines, no. 24, first published 1895 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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1 Lindsay: "I said, "It is futile,""
2 Lidnsay: "on and on"
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?. The end of the world  [sung text not yet checked]
Quite unexpectedly as Vasserot [ ... ]
- by Archibald MacLeish (1892 - 1982), "The end of the world", appears in Streets in the Moon, first published 1926, copyright © [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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?. The rhinoceros  [sung text not yet checked]
The rhino is a homely beast [ ... ]
- by Ogden Nash (1902 - 1971), "The rhinoceros", appears in Happy Days, first published 1933, copyright © [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
?. The pear tree  [sung text not yet checked]
In the squalid, dirty dooryard, Where the chickens scratch and run, White, incredible the pear tree Stands apart and takes the sun Mindful of the eyes upon it, Vain of its new holiness. Like the waste-man's little daughter In her first communion dress.
- by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), "The pear tree", from Collected Poems, first published 1956 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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6. A patch of old snow  [sung text not yet checked]
There's a patch of old snow in a corner That I should have guessed Was a blow-away paper the rain Had brought to rest. It is speckled with grime as if Small print overspread it, The news of a day I've forgotten - If I ever read it.
- by Robert Frost (1874 - 1963), "A patch of old snow", appears in Mountain Interval, first published 1916 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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