Whom will you cry to, heart? More and more lonely, your path struggles on through incomprehensible mankind. All the more futile perhaps for keeping to its direction, keeping on toward the future, toward what has been lost. Once. You lamented? What was it? A fallen berry of jubilation, unripe. But now the whole tree of my jubilation is breaking, in the storm it is breaking, my slow tree of joy. Loveliest in my invisible landscape, you that made me more known to the invisible angels. Translated by Stephen Mitchell
In the US, choirs are not taught to stand rigidly as they are in the UK, which explains -- in part-- the fact that that the choral tone in American choirs is more free than in English ones. It's a very different aesthetic. Both have their virtues.
Wow.....
Whom will you cry to, heart? More and more lonely,
your path struggles on through incomprehensible
mankind. All the more futile perhaps
for keeping to its direction,
keeping on toward the future,
toward what has been lost.
Once. You lamented? What was it? A fallen berry
of jubilation, unripe.
But now the whole tree of my jubilation
is breaking, in the storm it is breaking, my slow
tree of joy.
Loveliest in my invisible
landscape, you that made me more known
to the invisible angels.
Translated by Stephen Mitchell
This song is so beautiful. I'm at a loss for words. I wish I could write music like this.
Beauty and hope from brother Richard. Thank you!
Just beautiful!
Elegant sound!
incredible.
Is there a strong wind blowing? The choir are all swaying...
In the US, choirs are not taught to stand rigidly as they are in the UK, which explains -- in part-- the fact that that the choral tone in American choirs is more free than in English ones. It's a very different aesthetic. Both have their virtues.