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Uploaded by on Jun 7, 2011

On the Road Home, setting the poem by Wallace Stevens, was written in
2009, first as a solo song, then arranged as a chorus piece for the
chorus at Greenwood Music Camp.

This is a performance of the solo version by D'Anna Fortunato,
mezzo-soprano, and Rodney Lister, piano, in Jordan Hall in Boston in May
of 2010.


On the Road Home

It was when I said,
"There is no such thing as the truth,"
That the grapes seemed fatter.
The fox ran out of his hole.

You. . . You said,
"There are many truths,
But they are not parts of a truth."
Then the tree, at night, began to change,

Smoking through green and smoking blue.
We were two figures in a wood.
We said we stood alone.

It was when I said,
"Words are not forms of a single word.
In the sum of the parts, there are only the parts. The world must be
measured by eye";

It was when you said,
"The idols have seen lots of poverty,
Snakes and gold and lice,
But not the truth";

It was at that time, that the silence was largest And longest, the night
was roundest,
The fragments of the autumn warmest,
Closest and strongest.

Wallace Stevens

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