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.
External websites: http://peterbird.name/choral/
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.