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CPDL #15564:
- Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2007-11-30). Score information: A4, 8 pages, kbytes Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: To the Etruscan Poets
Composer: Huub de Lange
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsongs
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 2007
Description: Composition on a poem by Richard Wilbur. Song #4 of Four Wilbur Songs. Permission has been granted by the poet for his poem to be set to music.
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Original text and translations
English text
To the Etruscan Poets
Dream fluently, still brothers, who when young
Took with your mother's milk the mother tongue,
In which pure matrix, joining world and mind,
You strove to leave some line of verse behind
Like still fresh tracks across a field of snow,
Not reckoning that all could melt and go.
Richard Wilbur