"PS-400 Old Poets- Here is the End of Things" by Numi Who

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song written to the old poem 'The Far Field' by (the old poet) Theodore Roethke ver. here_is_the_end_of_things_2010_edit

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Numi Who

I now create music so people can spend time with better company.

Cover Songs on Soundclick: https://www.soundclick.com/numiwhocreativecovers Writing: https://allpoetry.com/Mr._Numi_Who- Books: Numi Who? on Amazon (books) Art: http://wbiro.deviantart.com Early Art: http://www.flickr.com/photos/38154648@N00 Music Videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/wbiro Self-made Music Catalog (to 2016): http://numi-imagination-creations.me/01-art-catalog/wbiro_artistic_catalog_1967-2016_update_34.html Original Music on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/wbiro Cover Songs on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/user-288568536

Song Info

Genre

Podcasts • Poetry

Charts

Peak #24

Peak in subgenre #11

Author

music copyright wbiro

Rights

wbiro

Uploaded

September 08, 2011

Track Files

MP3

MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:36

Story behind the song

song written to the old poem 'The Far Field' by (the old poet) Theodore Roethke

Lyrics

A man
Faced with his own immensity
Wakes all the waves,
All their loose wandering fire.

The murmur of the absolute
The "Why?" 
Of being born
Fails on his naked ears.

His spirit moves
Like a monumental wind
That
Gently on a sunny blue plateau
Settles.

Here is the end of things.

The ripple white innings
From a single stone
Winding around the waters
Of the world.

I learn not to fear infinity,
The dying of time
In the white light
Of tomorrow,
The wheel turning away
From itself,
The sprawl of the wave
The oncoming water,
To forget time and death...

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