One track (Peter Bird)
- Editor: Peter Bird (submitted 2019-02-10). Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 135 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
- Edition notes:
First published: 2018
Description: This poem and this song are (metaphorically) about one of the great questions: Do we have free will? Or, are we always guided by those who went before? And what is our influence on those who come after? The setting is a snow-filled, bowl-shaped clearing in a quiet winter wood, and the diction is an open imitation of Robert Frost.
Original text and translations
Across this forest bowl of soft new snow
I’ll ski one track and then be gone
For I have just this day, and miles to go.
Perhaps the line I choose is not my own,
But set by woodland buffalo
And native hunters silent on their trail;
Or milk-cows filing to a barn. No matter.
Down I go. Tomorrow it may be
A highway for the hare, a bar
To foraging field-mouse tunnels; in the thaw
A line of broken straw and mud
Where Bluets’ bloom is late, or slow;
Perhaps in June the Queen Annes lace will show
A stripe, to make a traveler wonder.