Track Name: Susan Ann and Immortality - Four Poems by T. E. Hulme (2014) perf. Jarring Sounds
Her head hung down
Gazed at earth, finally keen,
As the rabbit at the stoat,
Till the earth was sky,
Sky that was green,
And brown clouds passed
Like chestnut leaves along the ground.
Track Name: As a Fowl - Four Poems by T. E. Hulme (2014) perf. Jarring Sounds
As a fowl in the tall grass lies
Beneath the terror of the hawk,
The tressed white light crept
Whispering with hand on mouth mysterious
Hunting the leaping shadows in straight streets
By the white house of Flemish towns
Track Name: Conversion - Four Poems by T. E. Hulme (2014) perf. Jarring Sounds
LIGHTHEARTED I walked into the
valley wood
In the time of hyacinths,
Till beauty like a scented cloth
Cast over, stifled me. I was bound
Motionless and faint of breath
By loveliness that is her own eunuch.

Now pass I the final river
Ignominiously, in a sack, without a sound,
As any peeping Turk to the Bosphorous.
Track Name: The Man in the Crow's Nest - Four Poems by T. E. Hulme (2014) perf. Jarring Sounds
Strange to me the sounds the wind that blows
By the masthead in the lonely night.
Maybe 'tis the sea whistling--feigning joy
To hide its fright
Like a village boy
That, shivering, past the churchyard goes.
Track Name: There Will Come Soft Rains feat. Amy Foote (2014) soprano + track
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.


Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
Track Name: The Eagle and the Mole - Three Poems by Elinor Wylie (2014) two sopranos, guitar + bassoon
The Eagle and the Mole by Elinor Wylie

Avoid the reeking herd,
Shun the polluted flock,
Live like that stoic bird,
The eagle of the rock.
The huddled warmth of crowds
Begets and fosters hate;
He keeps above the clouds
His cliff inviolate.

When flocks are folded warm,
And herds to shelter run,
He sails above the storm,
He stares into the sun.
If in the eagle's track
Your sinews cannot leap,
Avoid the lathered pack,
Turn from the steaming sheep.

If you would keep your soul
From spotted sight or sound,
Live like the velvet mole:
Go burrow underground.
And there hold intercourse With roots of trees and stones, With rivers at their source, And disembodied bones.
Track Name: Atavism - Three Poems by Elinor Wylie (2014) two sopranos, guitar + bassoon
Atavism by Elinor Wylie

I was always afraid of Somes's Pond:
Not the little pond, by which the willow stands, Where laughing boys catch alewives in their hands In brown, bright shallows; but the one beyond. There, where the frost makes all the birches burn Yellow as cow-lilies, and the pale sky shines
Like a polished shell between black spruce and pines, Some strange thing tracks us, turning where we turn.
!You'll say I dreamed it, being the true daughter Of those who in old times endured this dread. Look! Where the lily-stems are showing red
A silent paddle moves below the water,
A sliding shape has stirred them like a breath; Tall plumes surmount a painted mask of death.
Track Name: Village Mystery - Three Poems by Elinor Wylie (2014) two sopranos, guitar + bassoon
Village Mystery (excerpt) by Elinor Wylie

I saw the dead girl cringe and whine, And cower in the weeping air--
But, oh, she was no kin of mine, And so I did not care!