O ivory, delicate hands!
O face that hovers
Between ‘To-come’ and ‘Was,’
Ivory thou wast,
A rose thou wilt be.
O ivory, delicate hands!
O face that hovers
Between ‘To-come’ and ‘Was,’
Ivory thou wast,
A rose thou wilt be.
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“People often ask me: ‘Can you hear what you write? Are you surprised by what you write?’ The thing that surprises me is never the sound — I’m not a sound composer, I don’t go for special effects like that — what surprises me is how the piece speaks, how it unfolds and tells its story. That’s always a surprise.”
Harrison Birtwhistle