…of the rolling worlds (1999)


  • 12
  • Bass Clarinet and Tape

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The title of this piece comes from a poem by the Argentine poet Alfonsina Storni (1892-1938).

An invisible hand
silently caresses
the sad pulp
of the rolling worlds.
Someone, I don’t know who,
has steeped my heart
in sweetness.
In the August snow
the blossom of the peach tree —
early flowering —
opens to the sun.
Stretched out on the sierra’s
ochre ridge,
a frozen
woman of granite;
the wind howls
the grief of her lonely bosom.
of moon
her frozen
by night.
An on my eyelids,
a tear swells
older than my body.

(translated from the Spanish by Rachel Benson)

This work was commissioned by Harry Sparnaay, and is respectfully dedicated to him.