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[owlmoose]

Reconciliation
Walt Whitman

Word over all, beautiful as the sky!
Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost;
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night, incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world:
... For my enemy is dead--a man divine as myself is dead;
I look where he lies, white-faced and still, in the coffin--I draw near;
I bend down, and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.




Via friede. (If you haven't read the poem she posted for this meme, you should.)

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[owlmoose.livejournal.com]

We did the Verdi last year, or maybe it was the year before, and it was indeed moving. (It was also something of an endurance test; my chorus doesn't have room for chairs in its performance space. That's a long time to stand in one place.) Somehow, by whatever stroke of circumstances, I have never performed the Mozart. I'm familiar with it, of course, but listening is not the same experience as singing.

I agree with you about requiems. So often they are a composer's masterwork. I wish Beethoven had written one.