Song by David Homan
Poetry adapted from “After a Great Pain” by Emily Dickinson (permission is granted from Harvard University Press--HUP) by David Homan

Mona Kayhan, Vocals

Nadav Lev, Guitar
Yoed Nir, Cello
John Davis, Bass
David Homan, Piano
Ziv Ravitz, Drums/Percussion

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Instrumental:

A Section:
After great pain, a formal feeling comes
The nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs
The stiff heart questions, was it he that bore?
Was it yesterday, or centuries before?

B Section:
The feet, go round and round
Wooden, sound on sound
A quartz, content like a stone
Regardless, regardless grown

Instrumental:

A Section:

This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived
This is the hour of lead
Remember while you live

B Section:

The feet, go round and round
Wooden, sound on sound
A quartz, content like a stone
Regardless, regardless grown

Instrumental:

As freezing persons recollect the snow
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go

Then the letting go