Year |
2014 |
Length |
1:15 |
Instrumentation |
Soprano and Flute |
Text |
Belle Époque
Douglas Wagoner (2014)
In memory's hands
The sounds of laughter— muted, distant—
Reverberate again; while the
Lurid haze of absinthe's glare,
Framed and softened by the space of years,
Is dappled with the burnished golden light
Of a palimpsest scraped clean
By the rolling thunder eastward,
Sighing that season's final morn—
The slow grind of the wheel of time
Replaced the churning of darksome mills
With human grist and human corns...
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