Native Trees
To The Insects
FOR MEDIUM OR HIGH VOICE AND PIANO
Dedicated to Judith Bettina and Ariana Goldsworthy
I. Native Trees
II. To the Insects
Text by W.S. Merwin
Details
Premiere: February 23, 1995; Macphail Center for the Performing Arts, Minneapolis, Minnesota; Judith Bettina, soprano; James Goldsworthy, piano
Duration: 7’
Text
Poems from The Rain in the Treee
By W.S. Merwin
I. Native Trees
Neither my father nor my mother knew
the names of the trees
where I was born
what is that
I asked and my
father and mother did not
hear they did not look where I pointed
surfaces of furniture held
the attention of their fingers
and across the room they could watch
walls they had forgotten
where there were no questions
no voices and no shade
Were there trees
where they were children
where I had not been
I asked
were there trees in those places
where my father and my mother were born
and in that time did
my father and my mother see them
and when they said yes it meant
they did not remember
What were they I asked what were they
but both my father and my mother
said they never knew
Text © 1988 by W.S. Merwin. Reproduced by permission of Georges Borchardt Inc. for the author. All rights reserved.
II. To the Insects
Elders
we have been here so short a time
and we pretend that we have invented memory
we have forgotten what it is like to be you
who do not remember us
we remember imagining that what survived us
would be like us
and would remember the world as it appears to us
but it will be your eyes that will fill with light
we kill you again and again
and we turn into you
eating the forests
eating the earth and the water
and dying of them
departing from ourselves
leaving you the morning
in its antiquity
Text © 1988 by W.S. Merwin. Reproduced by permission of Georges Borchardt Inc. for the author. All rights reserved.