Story Behind The Song
Written on the occasion of the composer's 70 birthday. COMPOSER: John Bavicchi (1922 - 2012)
Song Description
Written on the occasion of the composer's 70 birthday. COMPOSER: John Bavicchi (1922 - 2012 )
Credits
Composer: John Bavicchi; Gary Dranch, clarinet; Stan Sisskin, piano; Katja Heuzeroth, mezzo-soprano
Lyrics
"Infinite Patience" A Poem by Richard Watson Gilder
Ah, How strange to look upon the life beyond our human cognizance with so deep awe and haunting dread;
A deep sense of remorse, a looking for of judgment, a great weight of things unknown to happen.
We who live blindly from hour to hour
In very midst of mysteries, in very midst of shapeless, changing glooms,
In very midst of, midst of nameless terrors; in very midst of issues vast and black,
in very midst of airy whims, slight fantasies, and flights that lead to unimaginable woe;
The un-weighed word cloying the life of love; one clod of earth out blotting all the stars,
Some secret, dark inheritance of will, and the scared soul plunges to constant doom!
Thou who hast wisdom fear not death, but life.
Would the gods might give another field for human strife;
man must live one life 'ere he learns to live.
Ah! Friend, in thy deep grave, what now can change, what now can save?
Once, looking from a window on a land that lay in silence underneath the sun,
a land of broad green meadows through which poured two rivers slowly widening to the sea,
Thus as I looked, I know not how nor whence was born in to my unexpectant soul that thought,
late learned by anxious witted man, the infinite patience of the eternal mind.
| Song Length |
8:25 |
Genre |
Classical - Contemporary, Classical - Contemporary |
| Mood |
Disturbed, Moving |
Subject |
General |
Lyrics
"Infinite Patience" A Poem by Richard Watson Gilder
Ah, How strange to look upon the life beyond our human cognizance with so deep awe and haunting dread;
A deep sense of remorse, a looking for of judgment, a great weight of things unknown to happen.
We who live blindly from hour to hour
In very midst of mysteries, in very midst of shapeless, changing glooms,
In very midst of, midst of nameless terrors; in very midst of issues vast and black,
in very midst of airy whims, slight fantasies, and flights that lead to unimaginable woe;
The un-weighed word cloying the life of love; one clod of earth out blotting all the stars,
Some secret, dark inheritance of will, and the scared soul plunges to constant doom!
Thou who hast wisdom fear not death, but life.
Would the gods might give another field for human strife;
man must live one life 'ere he learns to live.
Ah! Friend, in thy deep grave, what now can change, what now can save?
Once, looking from a window on a land that lay in silence underneath the sun,
a land of broad green meadows through which poured two rivers slowly widening to the sea,
Thus as I looked, I know not how nor whence was born in to my unexpectant soul that thought,
late learned by anxious witted man, the infinite patience of the eternal mind.