Tillage [without violence] (2020)

(close-amplified solo violin)

8 minutes

Programme Note

the day 

the mountain 

the winter’s near 

those whom Nature hath not made

 

nothing, sweet boy

 

both sea and land 

rain 

and wind

 

or night 

or none

or the sea 

or if they sing 

or call it winter 

or being wreck’d 

or seasons’ quality 

 

[say no]

 

nor stone 

nor earth 

nor boundless sea 

nor gates of steel so strong

but sad mortality

 

of hand 

of foot 

of lips

 

gathered 

shake 

hold out

 

kissing 

gilding pale streams 

loving parts 

shifting change

 

[say no] 

 

how with this rage

how like a winter

like the ocean be

like to thee

 

from me far off 

from limits far remote

 

what freezings have I felt 

what strong hand can hold 

 

against the cold 

against the watchful siege

 

where breath most breathes 

where my body is 

 

winter’s ragged hand

will hold me

hold out

upon your soundless deep

 

no stronger than a flower 

no shape so true

my body is the frame 

which parts the shore

(WS + RE)

© 2020