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That
Shadow My Likeness (collection)
Matthew Culloton
voice,
piano
Secular
A Clear Midnight
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(Melissa
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Twilight
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(Michael
Rhodes,
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O You Whom I Often and Silently Come
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The Last Invocation
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That Shadow My Likeness
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Notes:
Often
pensive in nature, Walt Whitman is one of America’s beloved
poets. Vocally accessible and expressive, these nocturnes capture
the pondering, meditative qualities found within the texts.
Texts:
A Clear Midnight
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free
flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes
thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.
-Walt Whitman
Twilight
The soft voluptuous opiate shades,
The sun just gone, the eager light dispell’d – (I too will
soon be
gone, dispell’d)
A haze – nirwana – rest and night – oblivion.
-Walt Whitman
O You
Whom I Often and Silently Come
O you whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may
be with you;
As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within
me.
-Walt Whitman
The Last
Invocation
At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful fortress’d house,
From the clasp of the knitted rocks – from the keep of
well-closed doors,
Let me be wafted.
Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness unlock the locks – with a whisper,
Set ope the doors, O soul.
Tenderly be not impatient.
(Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh!
Strong is your hold, O love.)
-Walt Whitman
That Shadow My Likeness
That shadow, my likeness, that goes to and
fro, seeking a livelihood,
chattering, chaffering;
How often I find myself standing and looking at it where
it flits;
How often I question and doubt whether that is really me;
—But in these, and among my lovers, and caroling my songs,
O
I never doubt whether that is really me.
-Walt Whitman
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