LOTSA A CAPPELLA
Spring in New Hampshire
Too green the springing April grass,
Too blue the silver-speckled sky,
For me to linger here, alas,
While happy winds go laughing by,
Wasting the golden hours indoors,
Washing windows and scrubbing floors.
Too wonderful the April night,
Too faintly sweet the first May flowers,
The stars too gloriously bright,
For me to spend the evening hours,
When fields are fresh and streams are leaping,
Wearied, exhausted, dully sleeping.
~ Claude McKay
"April is in my mistress' face..."
Poetry Month playlists
April 18, 2010
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.
~ Victor Hugo
Tell the Truth
But tell it slant---
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.
~ Emily Dickinson ~
In a poem, one line may hide another line, as at a crossing, one train may hide another train.
~ Kenneth Koch
Celebrate National Poetry Month by listening to
Literature for the Halibut, now on Monday evenings on 88.1 KDHX, (available on podcast anytime)
and by checking out www.Poets.org.
Poetry In Motion
Charles Bernstein's 1999 article "Against National Poetry Month As Such" is interesting reading.
Find Poetry Online
For the latest Lotsa A Cappella playlist, click on the link below:
Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song, don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow
Voices of the angels
Ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy lilting lyric
Losing love lamenting
Change my life, make it right
Be my lady...
~ Stephen Stills, Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
"April is the cruelest month..."
To celebrate National Poetry Month, Lotsa A Cappella featured songs with "poetic" lyrics. We played songs written by:
"The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind.
It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes."
~ Somerset Maugham
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a day:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor loose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breath or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
~ William Shakespeare
In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
~ words and music by Jack Bruce and Pete Brown
It's easy to play any musical instrument: all you have to do is touch the right key at the right time and the instrument will play itself.
~ J.S. Bach
When I was twenty-one
IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With perfumed hair
That came undone
When I was twenty-one...
~ words & music by Ervin Drake
In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
~ Christina Rossetti
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain’d his noon.
Until the hasting day
But to the evensong;
And, having pray’d together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
As your hours do, and dry
Like to the summer’s rain;
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,
Ne’er to be found again.
~ Robert Herrick
Poets need not go to Niagara to write about the force of falling water.
~ Robert Frost
...In April, in April,
My love went whistling by,
And I stumbled here to my high hill
Along the way of a lie.
Now what should I do in this place
But sit and count the chimes,
And splash cold water on my face
And spoil a page with rhymes?
~ Dorothy Parker , from A Well-Worn Story
whoa you better hide your heart
your lovin heart
eli's a comin and the cards say
oh broken heart...
~ words & music by Laura Nyro
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
when the world is puddle-wonderful
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
~ e.e. cummings
To An Early Daffodil
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!
Thou herald of rich Summer’s myriad flowers!
The climbing sun with new recovered powers
Does warm thee into being, through the ring
Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling
Thy green shoots up, inheriting the dowers
Of bending sky and sudden, sweeping showers,
Till ripe and blossoming thou art a thing
To make all nature glad, thou art so gay;
To fill the lonely with a joy untold;
Nodding at every gust of wind to-day,
To-morrow jewelled with raindrops. Always bold
To stand erect, full in the dazzling play
Of April’s sun, for thou hast caught his gold.
~ Amy Lowell