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Les Espaces du sommeil is a work for baritone and orchestra set to a poem of Robert Desnos [1]: 539–540 [2] by the Polish composer Witold Lutosławski.It is in one movement, with a three-section scheme but lacking clearly marked caesuras, about which Lutosławski stated: "Les Espaces is neither a song nor a set of songs, but a symphonic poem with a baritone solo."
The poem is written in iambic tetrameter in the Rubaiyat stanza created by Edward FitzGerald, who adopted the style from Hakim Omar Khayyam, the 12th-century Persian poet and mathematician. Each verse (save the last) follows an AABA rhyming scheme , with the following verse's A line rhyming with that verse's B line, which is a chain rhyme ...
Robert Peter Tristram Coffin (March 18, 1892 – January 20, 1955) was an American poet, educator, writer, editor and literary critic. Awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1936, he was the poetry editor for Yankee magazine.
Handwritten version of 'Happiness Makes Up in Height For What It Lacks in Length' by Robert Frost. Found inscribed in a Robert Frost book in the Special Collections Library at Duke University. Date of signature in the book predates formal release in publication of the poem. The Gift Outright; The Most of It; Come In; All Revelation [2] A ...
Sleep is a composition for a cappella choir by Eric Whitacre, with lyrics by Charles Anthony Silvestri. He composed it in 2000, setting a poem, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost. When the lyrics were found still under copyright, Whitacre enlisted Silvestri to write new lyrics to the existing music.
The Mary Oliver poem "Can You Imagine" was unveiled Friday, June 14, 2024, on a picnic table at Beech Forest in Provincetown. The unveiling was part of You are Here: Poetry In Parks project by U.S ...
Norme, 19, attempted to break the record for the longest time without sleeping, which was set in 1986 by Robert McDonald who remained awake for 18 days, 21 hours and 40 minutes. He tried for 12 ...
Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! The very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!