Pinwheel of Death

Tanglewood Music Center Orchestra


SONGS

Writers William Bolcom

Genres Classical

Recorded 2007

Lyrics Text by Walt Whitman:

YEARS OF THE MODERN,
YEARS OF THE UNPERFORMED!
YOUR HORIZON RISES,
I SEE IT PARTING AWAY
FOR MORE AUGUST DRAMAS,

I SEE AMERICA ONLY,
NOT ONLY LIBERTY'S NATION
BUT OTHER NATIONS
PREPARING,
I SEE TREMENDOUS ENTRANCES
AND EXITS,
NEW COMBINATIONS,
THE SOLIDARITY OF RACES.
I SEE FREEDOM
COMPLETELY ARMED
AND VICTORIOUS
AND VERY HAUGHTY,
WITH LAW ON ONE SIDE
AND PEACE ON THE OTHER,
A STUPENDOUS TRIO
ISSUING FORTH
AGAINST THE IDEA OF CAST.

I SEE MEN MARCHING
AND COUNTER MARCHING
BY SWIFT MILLIONS,
I SEE THE FRONTIERS
AND BOUNDARIES
OF THE OLD ARISTOCRACIES
BROKEN.
I SEE THE LANDMARKS
OF EUROPEAN KINGS
REMOVED,
I SEE THIS DAY
THE PEOPLE
BEGINNING THEIR LANDMARKS
THE OTHERS GIVE WAY.

NEVER WERE
SUCH SHARP QUESTIONS ASKED
AS THIS DAY,
NEVER WAS AVERAGE MAN,
HIS SOUL,
MORE ENERGETIC,
MORE LIKE A GOD,
LO, HOW HE URGES
AND URGES,
LEAVING THE MASSES NO REST!
HIS DARING FOOT
IS ON THE LAND
AND SEA EVERYWHERE,
HE INTERLINKS
ALL GEOGRAPHY
ALL LANDS.

WHAT WHISPERS ARE THESE
O LANDS,
RUNNING AHEAD OF YOU,
PASSING UNDER
THE NATIONS COMING?
IS THERE TO BE
BUT ONE HEART
TO THE GLOBE?
IS HUMANITY FORMING
ENMASSE
FOR DIM,
THE EARTH,
RESTIVE,
CONFRONTS A NEW ERA,
PERHAPS
A GENERAL DIVINE WAR,
NO ONE KNOWS
WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT,
SUCH PORTENTS
FILL THE DAYS
AND NIGHTS
YEARS PROPHETICAL!

THE SPACE AHEAD
AS I WALK,
AS I VAINLY TRY
TO PIERCE IT,
IS FULL OF PHANTOMS.

UNBORN DEEDS,
THINGS SOON TO BE,
PROJECT THEIR SHAPES
AROUND ME,
THIS INCREDIBLE RUSH
AND HEAT,
THIS STRANGE
ECSTATIC FEVER
OF DREAMS
O YEARS!
YOUR DREAMS
O YEARS,
HOW THEY PENETRATE
THROUGH ME!
I KNOW NOT
WHETHER I SLEEP OR WAKE:
THE PERFORMED AMERICA
AND EUROPE
GROW DIM,
RETIRING IN SHADOW
BEHIND ME,
THE UNPERFORMED
MORE GIGANTIC THAN EVER,
ADVANCE,
ADVANCE,
UP ON ME.
 

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