Words to the third song in a Cycle entitled "Unsung Songs" for soprano and baritone voices by Laurie Conrad. They were written for Conrad's singer Louise McConnell, who died from cancer shortly after these songs were written.
Song III.
The firs bend in the wind - the first snow has come bringing a thousand new faces to the Night -
The path now narrow and dark narrow and bent, bent in the wind as the branches which flutter and huddle together as I pass walking
Walking and I long to again be sitting by the fire, in the warmth of our Love.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Loved the line "flutter and huddle together"
I could smell and feel the first two lines.
Richard