by Dana Gioia
How shall I hold my soul that it
does not touch yours? How shall I lift
it over you to other things?
If it would only sink below
into the dark like some lost thing
or slumber in some quiet place
which did not echo your soft heart’s beat.
But all that ever touched us–you and me–
touched us together
like a bow
that from two strings could draw one voice.
On what instrument were we strung?
And to what player did we sing
our interrupted song?
(Source: The Gods of Winter, Graywolf Press, 1991)
The Gods of Winter
Becoming a Redwood (High voice)
Composer(s): Lori Laitman
Song(s): 1. The Song
3. Curriculum Vitae
4. Becoming a Redwood
Voice Type: HighBuy via Classical Vocal Reprints