by John Gould Fletcher (1886 - 1950)
In the bosom of the desert
Language: English
In the bosom of the desert I will lie at the last. Not the grey desert of sand But the golden desert of great wild grasses, This shall receive my soul. In the high plateaus, The wind will be like a flute's note calling me Day after day. Short bursts of surf, The wind climbs up and stops in the grass; And the golden petals Brush drowsily over my face.
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Text Authorship:
- by John Gould Fletcher (1886 - 1950), no title, appears in Goblins and Pagodas, in Golden Symphony, no. 3, first published 1916 [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 Marion Eugénie Bauer (1882 - 1955), "In the bosom of the desert", op. 16 (Four poems) no. 4, published 1924 [ high voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-09-24
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Word count: 70