Black horizons, come up. Black horizons, kiss me. That is all; so many lies; killing so cheap; babies so cheap; blood, people so cheap; and land high, land dear; a speck of the earth costs; a suck at the tit of Mother Dirt so clean and strong, it costs; fences, papers, sheriffs; fences, laws, guns; and so many stars and so few hours to dream; such a big song and so little a footing to stand and sing; take a look; wars to come; red rivers to cross. Black horizons, come up. Black horizons, kiss me.
- by Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967) [author's text not yet checked 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 Stanley Grill (b. 1953), "Black Horizons ", copyright © 2020 [ chorus, flute, viola, cello ], from The Whirr of Wings, no. 3, confirmed with an online score [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Malcolm Wren [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2020-04-04
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