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| On the Dais I stand in front of the group, A twenty-year-old. Fifty people seated. What was I, the shy one, going to say? I looked, nervous, at who they were looking at, the shy one, the young one on the dais, on view without a plan. And suddenly I was Hydra. I was the mythic creature, head chopped off and in its place, grown, your fifty heads I said. David Lang Am I Awake? Am I awake only when the geese Are flying over the dawn waters, Or when, the light being low, and the sea Is heard like a breeze caressing the Nought, My neighbour's face looks this way into Nothing? Or do I in utter silence sometimes hear My own dumbfoundedness? David Lang Night Of Day (Song) Minutes melt away like snow Situations come and go The door is open and I leave Like the falling of a leaf No one stands on the road No one stands on the path No one stands in the place of my soul Like a song I make my way I begin and fall away Though I run with all my heart Each finish is a start Looking out at the sun Looking out at the moon Looking out of the night of day David Lang |
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