Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Spring is like a perhaps hand

My favorite poem of the set, but also the most difficult to sing. Excuse my inaccuracies. Could this "perhaps hand" please place a few more millimeters of space between my tongue and soft palate without breaking anything?

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

-e.e. cummings


Samantha said... am I to understand that is you singing? Is that you playing piano? Can I say how jealous I am that you have such a lovely amazing voice?! My daughter has to listen to my singing which is on key but not ... good... good thing she doesn't know any better.

Thanks for introducing this e.e.cummings to music- I had no idea it existed.

Suzie said...

It's my senior recital in '06 and I'm singing, not playing. I sound even worse when I do both - a kind of musical rubbing the head and patting the tummy.

I'm glad you're enjoying it!!! More to come!

Suzie said...

Also, I think it's wonderful that you sing to Zara. I think babies understand music better than language. They react more to different tones of voice rather than the actual words they're hearing. I think mothers pick up on this, thus the sing-songy voice we all acquire and get mercilessly teased for. You're a good mom, Samantha. Keep singing.