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MY ALTO RHAPSODIES
Text: Frank Corcoran
I
Alto Rhapsody!
High, pure, soar, sear, white, high, fly
My orchestra snores!
II
For the womb the seed sighs.
Turn and thrash, thrash and turn – and disappear!
The high silence drowned.
III
Just one year ago I strutted to Ardpatrick to lace my bonnet.
Next Friday, they‘ll show my head upon a pike!
Snowing on my soul.
IV
Suppose God is light?
My eye tries to see itself
Soft, horns! clarinets!
V
Whisper „Tramonto“
Whisper twilight, whisper tramonto
Tiptoe through my dark window
Well, is this, then, death?
