Four prairie songs of Sandburg - Bird, Peter

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"Length: 3:50 + 2:25 + 2:15 + 3:30 = 12 minutes."

◈ Genre → Partsongs

♯ Key D minor

⁄ Time Signature 4/4

♬ Voicing → SATB

◆ Difficulty

Elementary

↕ Range C2 – F#6

♩ Tempo andantino (80)

◷ Duration ~14 min

¶ Language → English

Measures 374

Texture mixed texture

Parts 6

Instruments Piano

Pages 39

CPDL # 25786

Editor Peter Bird

Posted 2012-03-18

License Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike

♫Pitch Ranges

SOPRANO

B-3 – G5

ALTO

G3 – D5

TENOR

C3 – G4

BASS

D2 – D4

PIANO

C2 – E5

¶Lyrics / Text

Poems (or excerpts from poems) of Carl Sandburg (1878-1967): 1. Prairie (first & last lines of Cornhuskers: Prairie) I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of its women, gave me a song and a slogan. O prairie mother, I am one of your boys. I have loved the prairie as a man with a heart shot full of pain over love. Here I know I will hanker after nothing so much as one more sunrise or a sky moon of fire doubled to a river moon of water. … I speak of new cities and new people. I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes. I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down, a sun dropped in the west. I tell you there is nothing in the world only an ocean of to-morrows, a sky of to-morrows. I am the brother of the cornhuskers who say at sundown: To-morrow is a day. 2. The Smoke of Autumn (last lines from Cornhuskers: Three Pieces on the Smoke of Autumn) I lean on an ash and watch the lights fall, the red ember glow, and three muskrats swim west in a fan of ripples on a sheet of river gold. … Better the blue silence and the gray west, The autumn mist on the river, And not any hate and not any love, And not anything at all of the keen and the deep: Only the peace of a dog head on a barn floor, And the new corn shoveled in bushels And the pumpkins brought from the corn rows, Umber lights of the dark, Umber lanterns of the loam dark. Here a dog head dreams. Not any hate, not any love. Not anything but dreams. Brother of dusk and umber. 3. Loam (Cornhuskers: Loam) IN the loam we sleep, In the cool moist loam, To the lull of years that pass, And the break of stars. From the loam, then, The soft warm loam, We rise: To shape of rose leaf, Of face and shoulder. We stand, then, To a whiff of life, Lifted to the silver of the sun Over and out of the loam A day. [Cornhuskers, Henry Holt, NY, 1918 (Pulitzer Prize in Poetry, 1919)] 4. Windflower Leaf This flower is repeated out of old winds, out of old times. Th