Product Description
An American Civil War Poem is a choral setting of the following poem by George Booker:
Blood, blood! The lines of every printed sheet
Through their dark Arteries reek with running gore;
At hearth, at board, before the household door,
T is the sole subject with which neighbors meet.
Girls at the feast, and children in the street,
Prattle of horrors; flash their little store
Of simple jests against the cannons roar,
As if mere slaughter kept existence sweet.
O, heaven, I quail at the familiar way
This fool, the world, disports his jingling cap;
Murdering or dying with one grin agap!
Our very Love comes draggled from the fray,
Smiling at victory, scowling at mishap,
with gory Death companioned and at play.
As you can see, the poem holds nothing back in its description.
(Commissions are accepted by Jamie D. Wilcutts for works for instrument(s) or choral ensembles of any size or experience. E-mailing your initial commissioning proposal to wilcuttsmuspub@gmail.com with the subject line: Commission Proposal)
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