I told you, it's a promise.

Hi blog! I hope you had a great day.

Today was regular, minus the fact that Rachel and I have a delightful before chorus dinner, and I had my first chorus this semester! I just love chorus. Enough said, I think.

I know I promised I would update this every day--and here I am--but I think sometimes the updates will feature the words of others.

So, here is a poem by Elizabeth Bishop (1911-79). It's a poem that serves as the text to one of my chorus pieces, "I am in Need of Music."

We're all in need of music, and our dear friend Elizabeth (I hope she was nice) is going to tell us why.

Sonnet

I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow,
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song, sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over qruivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

- Elizabeth Bishop

Sleep. A good idea, Elizabeth.

Sleep Well,

Love,
Claire