Suite for mixed choir, cello and piano (last movement)
\nPoems by Harry Martinsson, Nobel Prize Winner 1974
\nHere are the poems translated into English:<\/p>\n
The world clock<\/strong><\/p>\n Seas weighted eat upon hills of time; *<\/p>\n Someone said: Time is calling to you. Translated by Jonathan Mair.<\/em><\/p>\n Night<\/strong><\/p>\n Bend and look. The spring is full of stars. A Heavy Thunderstorm<\/strong><\/p>\n The heavens are darkening. Translated from Swedish by Robin Blanton.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Suite for mixed choir, cello and piano (last movement) Poems by Harry Martinsson, Nobel Prize Winner 1974 Here are the poems translated into <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":2254,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_hide_featured_image":false,"_jetpack_featured_image_duplicate_dismissed":0,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[3,22],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4157","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-misc","category-programme-notes"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p79arM-153","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/karin-rehnqvist.se\/eng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/programme-note_cirkel_4A.png?fit=576%2C358&ssl=1","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/karin-rehnqvist.se\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4157","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/karin-rehnqvist.se\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/karin-rehnqvist.se\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karin-rehnqvist.se\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karin-rehnqvist.se\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4157"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/karin-rehnqvist.se\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4157\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4160,"href":"https:\/\/karin-rehnqvist.se\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4157\/revisions\/4160"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karin-rehnqvist.se\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2254"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/karin-rehnqvist.se\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4157"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karin-rehnqvist.se\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4157"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karin-rehnqvist.se\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4157"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe hills have gathered in time\u2019s sea.
\nWhere forests were, fishes\u2019 valleys deepen.
\nWhere seas once lay, forests whisper cool.
\nWorld clocks are ticking and space is a\u2019shimmer.
\nAll changes place and number order.
\nYet they\u2019re counted, the world\u2019s hours
\nOn Gauri Shankar, in the sea\u2019s valley.<\/p>\n
\nYour answer was then: I know time yet I know it not.
\nTime is a monster with heads a thousand.
\nWhich one of the heads is calling to me.
\nSo many paths to choose
\nyet all end up in one that\u2019s larger:
\nthe one with the power to lure those that are lost
\non that very path leads them all astray.<\/p>\n
\nThrough the mirrored fern fronds
\nsilently glimmering Venus shines.
\nIt is a verdant earthly night.
\nStar after star winks into view
\nclear as through a window in the earth.<\/p>\n
\nLike pieces of moldering tar paper
\ndarkness shifts across darkness.
\nIn a formless black rick
\nnight piles up on the shore.
\nBut when the darkness weighs most
\nlightning\u2019s yellow axe strikes a tree.
\nThe driving rain comes plunging
\namid clamorous thunder.<\/p>\n