"PS-400 Old Poets- She Sang" by Numi Who

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Based on the poem "The Idea of Order at Key West" by Wallace Stevens (1879-1955) she_sang_beyond_the_ocean_chorus_play.mp3

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Numi Who

I now create music so people can spend time with better company.

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Song Info

Genre

Podcasts • Poetry

Author

Words: Wallace Stevens

Rights

2012 this version by wbiro

Uploaded

August 26, 2012

Track Files

MP3

MP3 5.4 MB • 192 kbps • 3:57

Lyrics

"SHE SANG"

She sang, beyond the genius of the sea;
the water never formed
for a minor voice,
like a body, a whole body fluttering,
in an empty sea.

Yet it's mimic motions,
they constantly cry,
constantly crying.
That was not ours,
although we understand it,
in human woe;

The sea was not a mask.
The sea was not a mask no more than she.

The song and the water
were not meddling,
the sound and the water
were not sound;
even if what she sang was,
even if what she heard was
what she sang;
it may be that,
in all the phrases stirred:
the grinding water
and the gasping waves.

But it was she
and not the wind
that she heard;
for she was a maker of song;
but it was the sea, and not her.

For she was the maker
of the song she sang.
The ever hooded tragic gestured sea
was merely a place
by which she'd walk and sing.
It was merely a place to walk.

"Who's spirit is this?" we said;
because we knew it wasn't a spirit that
we sought and knew,
that we should ask this,
often as she sang;
yet it was not only a dark voice
of the sea.

That rose or even colored
by many ways, it was only
the outer voice of the sky;
and clouds of the sunken coral's
watered walls.
However clear, it would have been
deep there.

But even speech of air
and the summer sound,
repeated in a summer without end;
the sound alone,
but it was more than that;
more even than her voice,
and ours among a meaning.

Derived from "The Idea of Order at Key West" by Wallace Stevens
arrangement and music copyright 1985 Wayne Biro

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