Texts by J. Hollander set in Art Songs and Choral Works
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Texts set in art song or choral works (not necessarily comprehensive):
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- Beach Whispers (In the night wind astir) - E. Windels [x] *
- Beyond the cold, blue mountain and beyond (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
- Coarse breath fanning the closed air by his ear (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
- Down the shaded street, toward an avenue (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
- (Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee) * - M. Babbitt
- Floor lamps and their shadows warmed the room where (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
- Grayish flakes like clay are falling as if (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
- Half his days he had passed in the shadow (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
- Heard through lids slammed down over darkened glass (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
- He awoke. Low in the sky in August (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
- He felt his hand feeling another hand (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
- Here on these benches in the wan sun * - N. Rorem
- I feel/ Feel a million trees *
- In the night wind astir [x] * - E. Windels
- Leaving that unfair, seasonless land was (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
- Living, growing, changing, being in the hum always * - M. Babbitt
- O Thrush in the woods I fly among * - M. Babbitt
- Section One ((Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)) - M. Babbitt *
- Section Three (Living, growing, changing, being in the hum always) - M. Babbitt *
- Section Two : Echo Song (O Thrush in the woods I fly among) - M. Babbitt *
- Slanting lean, gray rain washing the palace (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
- The bright moon offends him: he plucks it out (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
- The Hyperboreans gathered him up (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
- The park (Here on these benches in the wan sun) - N. Rorem *
- When, as if late some night of festival (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
- Where, where, where? Where is here? Where is Herr Haar (from Tales Told of the Father - The Head of the Bed) * - M. Babbitt
Last update: 2023-05-10 21:33:58