"Morning will rise in the east tangled and brazen..." This song is composed from the Mary Oliver poem of the same name; I used her words exactly, except for the addition of "onerus" "equisite" and "inky." My interpretation of the poem has determined my musical composition. Think of it as a prayer, perhaps.
LYRICS:
All night I float in the shallow ponds
while the moon it wanders, burning—bone white.
White night, white night.
I want to flow out across the mother of all waters;
I want to lose myself in the inky black delight.
White night, white night
I don't want to argue anymore
about all the things I thought I could not live without!
Morning will rise from the east, tangled and brazen—
that onerous, exquisite hurricane of light.
White night, white night
I don't want to argue anymore...
Beautiful.
joannes1 1 year ago