It Was Here

James Tate’s poetry inhabits a world much like our own, with elements of the everyday that seem normal enough. Upon closer inspection, one sees that they’re every so slightly off, containing small details that don’t quite make sense. The three poems I set here reflect his preoccupation with the diffculties of change and the bizarre quotidian lives we live—symbolized by menacing new construction projects, herds of buffalo in suburbia, and a blue butterfly. It Was Here is dedicated to Emilia Donato and lasts about thirteen minutes.

instrumentation soprano and piano
written October 2015 – January 2016
duration 13′

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