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]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Stephen Crane (1871 - 1900), no title, appears in The Black Riders and Other Lines, no. 24, first published 1895
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View text without footnotes1 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]
Language: English
Quite unexpectedly as Vasserot [ ... ]
Text Authorship:
- by Archibald MacLeish (1892 - 1982), "The end of the world", appears in Streets in the Moon, first published 1926, copyright ©
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Language: English
The rhino is a homely beast [ ... ]
Text Authorship:
- by Ogden Nash (1902 - 1971), "The rhinoceros", appears in Happy Days, first published 1933, copyright ©
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Language: English
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.
Text Authorship:
- by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), "The pear tree", from Collected Poems, first published 1956
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Language: English
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.
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Frost (1874 - 1963), "A patch of old snow", appears in Mountain Interval, first published 1916
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