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Pigeons, to me, were always signs of hope: | |||
even the whirl of wings against the air | |||
would right me, show me once again the scope | |||
of who I was and whose I was and where; | |||
as when, in one deep shock of vertigo | |||
I saw the city lie beneath my ledge | |||
as flocks of pigeons played a mile below | |||
and kept my feet from straying near the edge; | |||
as blinking blinding water from my eyes | |||
I rose again to reach the air above | |||
and from the sundered sky, to my surprise | |||
there flew from heights uncountable a dove; | |||
as here, a final time, I watch them fly | |||
and heal my hope as I am lifted high. | |||
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Revision as of 22:58, 30 April 2019
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- Editor: Kathryn Rose (submitted 2019-04-30). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 97 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
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General Information
Title: Pigeons
Composer: Kathryn Rose
Lyricist: Marnanel Thurman
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
Pigeons, to me, were always signs of hope:
even the whirl of wings against the air
would right me, show me once again the scope
of who I was and whose I was and where;
as when, in one deep shock of vertigo
I saw the city lie beneath my ledge
as flocks of pigeons played a mile below
and kept my feet from straying near the edge;
as blinking blinding water from my eyes
I rose again to reach the air above
and from the sundered sky, to my surprise
there flew from heights uncountable a dove;
as here, a final time, I watch them fly
and heal my hope as I am lifted high.