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milton babbitt - philomel lyrics

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[philomel]
living, growing, changing, being in the hum always
of pain! the pain of slow change blows in our faces
like unfelt winds that the spinning world makes in its turning:
life and feeling whirl on, below the threshold of burning
i burn in change
far, far i flew
to this wailing place
and now i range

[philomel and tape]
thrashing, through
the woods of thrace

[philomel]
if pain brush against the rushing wings of frightened change
then feeling distills to a burning drop, and transformation
becomes intolerable. i have been raped and had my tongue
torn out: but more pain reigns in these woods i range among
i ache in change
though once i grew
at a slower pace
and now i range

[philomel and tape]
thrashing, through
the woods of thrace

[philomel]
crammed into one fell moment, my ghastly transformation
died like a fading scream: the ravisher and the chased
turned into one at last: the voice tereus shattered
becomes the tiny voices of night that the god has scattered
i die in change
pain tore in two
love’s secret face
and now i range

[philomel and tape]
thrashing, through
the woods of thrace

[philomel]
love’s most hidden tongue throbbed in the barbarous daylight;
then all became pain in one great scream of silence, fading
finally, as all the voices of feeling died in the west
and pain alone remained with remembering in my breast
i screamed in change
now all i can do
is bewail that chase
for now i range

[philomel and tape]
thrashing, through
the woods of thrace

[philomel]
pain in the breast and the mind, fused into music! change
bruising hurt silence even further! now, in this glade
suffering is redeemed in song. feeling takes wing:
high, high above, beyond the forests of horror i sing!

i sing in change
and am changed anew!
(0 strange, slow race
that i ran with grace!)
i sing in change
now my song will range
till the morning dew
dampens its face;
now my song will range
as once it flew
thrashing, through
the woods of thrace

- milton babbitt lyrics

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