On Pain and Love

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Duration: 6'

Voicing/Instrumentation: SSAA

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Language: English

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Program Notes: Pain and Love are feelings we can all relate. We give these feelings so much importance but there are little nuances within them! That’s what I mostly discover while setting two poems by Sara T (as I am calling Sara Teasdale, such a vulnerable artist she was).

In the first movement, The Wind, I learned that to question our decisions is painful but sometimes needed. Accepting that we might not be where we want or need is difficult. What if we are wrong? Something that almost all of us try our best to avoid. In the second movement, Leaves, I saw the “good” and the “bad” fighting inside. I also understood how much just one little thing is part of a whole and how it affects us. When I reach the end of the cycle, I can see how the doubts are answered if I keep being present.

We grieve each time something does not go our way but these poems challenge us to keep digging and try to find what is it that is there that we are failing to see. I keep growing and searching while enjoying the journey, I hope you do too.

Author: Sara Teasdale

Text: I. The Wind

A wind is blowing over my soul,
I hear it cry the whole night thro' --
Is there no peace for me on earth
Except with you?

Alas, the wind has made me wise,
Over my naked soul it blew, --
There is no peace for me on earth
Even with you.

II. Leaves

One by one, like leaves from a tree
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and delicate red,
And beneath my feet the earth
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
I who was content to be
But a silken-singing tree,
But a rustle of delight
In the wistful heart of night,
I have lost the leaves that knew
Touch of rain and weight of dew.
Blinded by a leafy crown
I looked neither up nor down—
But the little leaves that die
Have left me room to see the sky;
Now for the first time I know
Stars above and earth below.

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