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A Memory of the Players in a Mirror at Midnight
A Memory of the Players in a Mirror at Midnight is part of a cycle of ten art songs on poems by James Joyce that I wrote during the winter and spring of 2019.
It is also available as part of a compilation:
They mouth love’s language. Gnash
The thirteen teeth
Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.
Love’s breath in you is stale, worded or sung,
As sour as cat’s breath,
Harsh of tongue.
This grey that stares
Lies not, stark skin and bone.
Leave greasy lips their kissing. None
Will choose her what you see to mouth upon.
Dire hunger holds his hour.
Pluck forth your heart, saltblood, a fruit of tears:
Pluck and devour!
James Joyce, 1882 - 1941
YEAR OF COMPOSITION
High Voice and Piano
Medium Voice and Piano
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