by Stephen Crane (1871 - 1900)
[I]. Futility See original
Language: English
I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. I said, “It is futile,” “You can never -- ” “You lie,” he cried, And ran on.
Composition:
- Set to music by Joshua Alan Lindsay (b. 1988), "[I]. Futility", 2008-9, first performed 2009 [ tenor or high voice and piano ], from Of snow, ice, burning sand, no. 2
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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This text was added to the website: 2004-02-09
Line count: 8
Word count: 37