1. |
|
|||
|
AS ADAM EARLY IN THE MORNING
As Adam, early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower, refresh’d with sleep;
Behold me where I pass—hear my voice—approach,
Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass;
Be not afraid of my Body.
Walt Whitman
|
||||
2. |
|
|||
|
A CHILD'S AMAZE
Silent and amazed even when a little boy,
I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his statements,
As contending against some being or influence.
|
||||
3. |
|
|||
|
RECONCILIATION
Word over all, beautiful as the sky!
Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost;
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night, incessantly softly
wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world:
... For my enemy is dead--a man divine as myself is dead;
I look where he lies, white-faced and still, in the coffin--I draw near;
I bend down, and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
Walt Whitman
|
||||
4. |
|
|||
|
The soft voluptuous opiate shades,
The sun just gone, the eager light dispell'd--(I too will soon be
gone, dispell'd,)
A haze--nirwana--rest and night--oblivion.
Walt Whitman
|
||||
5. |
|
|||
|
A CLEAR MIDNIGHT
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.
Walt Whitman
|
||||
6. |
|
|||
|
THE LAST INVOCATION
At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors,
Let me be wafted.
Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness unlock the locks--with a whisper,
Set ope the doors O soul.
Tenderly--be not impatient,
(Strong is your hold O mortal flesh,
Strong is your hold O love.)
Walt Whitman
|
||||
7. |
|
|||
8. |
|
|||
9. |
|
|||
10. |
|
|||
|
The dreams descend like cranes on gilded, forgetful wings
John Ashbery
|
||||
11. |
|
|||
|
The autumn wind--
we live and can see one another,
you and I.
Masaoki Shiki
|
||||
12. |
|
|||
|
Little moths stagger quivering out of the hedge;
they will die tonight and never know
that it was not spring.
Rainer Maria Rilke
|
||||
13. |
|
|||
|
To see Void vast infinite look out the window into blue sky.
Allen Ginsberg
|
||||
14. |
|
|||
|
Repose open-eyed on starry blue pillows under a star-roofed sky.
Allen Ginsberg
|
||||
15. |
|
|||
16. |
|
|||
17. |
Basho Portraits I (2005)
05:51
|
|
||
|
In the midst of the plain
sings the skylark
free of all things.
Basho
|
||||
18. |
|
|||
|
I am in Kyoto--
yet, at the sound of the hotogisu,
longing for Kyoto.
Basho
|
||||
19. |
|
|||
|
Here, where a thousand captains
were victorious--
tall grass their monument
Basho
|
||||
20. |
|
|||
|
Now in sad autumn
I take my darkening path--
A solitary bird.
|
||||
21. |
Basho Portraits V (2005)
07:31
|
|
||
|
The temple bell breaks,
but the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers.
Basho
|
||||
22. |
|
|||
23. |
|
|||
|
LOOK DOWN FAIR MOON
Look down, fair moon, and bathe this scene;
Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen, purple;
On the dead, on their backs, with their arms toss’d wide,
Pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon.
Walt Whitman
|
||||
If you like Thade Correa, you may also like:
Moments Remixes
by Michael Vincent Waller
There’s a quiet beauty to this remix album of compositions by Michael Vincent Waller, with contributions from JLin, Prefuse 73, & more.
go to album
Thinking of Blue Almonds Part One
by Lou Lyne & the Blue Almond Project
Somber, beautiful string meditations abound on the debut album by Oxford cellist and composer Lou Lyne and her ensemble.
go to album
Ki moun ou ye
by Nathalie Joachim
Vocalist, flutist, and composer blends traditional instrumentation with jazz-inflected neoclassical arrangements.
go to album
Diaries: Schumann
by Tiffany Poon
Comprising 32 takes on iconic Robert Schumann compositions, the emergent pianist's Pentatone debut is a must-hear for classical fans.
go to album
A gorgeous project that explores the intersections of neoclassicism, folk, ambient and electronic textures.
go to album
The Seasons Are Not Four
by Alex Kozobolis
A meditative set of free-flowing piano improvisations from the English/Greek composer.
go to album
Minimalist modern classical that captures the slowly unfolding beauty of post-rock groups like Rachel’s.
go to album
