by Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)
Night clouds
Language: English
The white mares of the moon rush along the sky Beating their golden hoofs upon the glass Heavens; The white mares of the moon are all standing on their hind legs Pawing at the green porcelain doors of the remote Heavens. Fly, Mares! Strain your utmost, Scatter the milky dust of stars, Or the tiger sun will leap upon you and destroy you With one lick of his vermilion tongue.
Text Authorship:
- by Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925), "Night clouds" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Rick Sowash (b. 1950), "Night clouds", 1975. [soprano and piano] [ sung text not verified ]
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This text was added to the website: 2017-02-12
Line count: 9
Word count: 70