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I M A G E S S U G G E S T E D B Y M E D I E V A L M U S I C For Margaret and Joseph Scheinin "A thousand singing herons I saw passing Flying overhead, sounding a thousand voices Exulting: Glory be in the heaven, etc." I Once more in Brooklyn Heights A child is born, and it has no father, And it is right to rejoice: our past life appears As a wake behind us, and we plunge on into the sea of pain. II I have felt this joy before, it is like the harsh grasses On lonely beaches, this strange sweetness Of medieval music, a hoarse joy, Like birds', or the joy of trackless seas, Columbus' ships covered with ice, Palace children dancing among finely worked gold: ill As I listen, I am a ship, skirting A thousand harbors, as once, sailing off the coast of Crete, And turning in, we will find the steep climb from the harbor; The voyage goes on. The joy of sailing and the open sea! 44 ...

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