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Wynton Marsalis (with the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra, Cassandra Wilson and Jon Hendricks)
Blood on the FieldsSony Marsalis has been working in large-scale classical forms with some of his dance scores, but this three-hour oratorio dealing with slavery and race relations is his…Christina Rossetti: A Bird's-Eye View
A Bird's-Eye View'Croak, croak, croak,' Thus the Raven spoke, Perched on his crooked tree As hoarse as hoarse could be. Shun him and fear him, Lest the Bridegroom hear him; Scout him and rout…Christina Rossetti: 'Before the Paling of the Stars'
'Before the Paling of the Stars'1864Before the paling of the stars, Before the winter morn, Before the earliest cockcrow Jesus Christ was born: Born in a stable, Cradled in a manger, In…Christina Rossetti: Child's Talk in April
Child's Talk in AprilI wish you were a pleasant wren, And I your small accepted mate; How we'd look down on toilsome men! We'd rise and go to bed at eight Or it may be not quite so late…Christina Rossetti: Come Unto Me
Come Unto Me1864Oh, for the time gone by, when thought of Christ Made His Yoke easy and His Burden light; When my heart stirred within me at the sight Of Altar spread for awful Eucharist…Christina Rossetti: 'Consider the Lilies of the Field'
'Consider the Lilies of the Field'Flowers preach to us if we will hear:— The rose saith in the dewy morn: I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn. The poppy saith amid the…Christina Rossetti: Dead Before Death
Dead Before DeathSonnetAh! changed and cold, how changed and very cold, With stiffened smiling lips and cold calm eyes: Changed, yet the same; much knowing, little wise; This was the…Christina Rossetti: Death's Chill Between
Death's Chill BetweenOctober 14, 1848Chide not; let me breathe a little, For I shall not mourn him long; Though the life-cord was so brittle, The love-cord was very strong. I would wake a…Christina Rossetti: Dost Thou Not Care?
Dost Thou Not Care?I love and love not: Lord, it breaks my heart To love and not to love. Thou veiled within Thy glory, gone apart Into Thy shrine, which is above, Dost Thou not love me,…Christina Rossetti: From House to Home
From House to HomeThe first was like a dream through summer heat, The second like a tedious numbing swoon, While the half-frozen pulses lagged to beat Beneath a winter moon.'But,' says my…Trending
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