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Three Poems of Mu Xin

for bass voice and string quartet

Year:  2011

Year:  2011

Gao Ping
Composer

Composer:   Gao Ping

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About

Note by the composer:
I have been attracted to the profoundly sensual and philosophical world of Mu Xin. The three poems I chose to set are simple and straightforward. But one discovers a wealth of wit and poignancy behind the plainness of the Chinese text.


Dedication note

I dedicate this work to Mr. Mu Xin who passed away in Dec. 2011, shortly after the completion of my songs.


Text note

Selections from “My Bountiful Desire”, a book of poetry published by Guangxi Normal University Press. English translation generously provided by Luo Hui from Confucius Institute in Wellington, New Zealand

My Bountiful Desire
On a particularly quiet night
My desire grows
Falls bountifully
On branches and window frames
Lip eddy, breast piers, thigh ravine
Plains and distant hills, path after path
All covered with my desire
For the next day
It will fall again, bountifully
Quieter, larger
My desire

On Happiness
A bird’s life is a happy one
Because I think a bird’s
Life is happy
Resembles a bird at times
Happily spent, gone
And I will be happy again
Even a bird hasn’t been this happy

A History of Love
A wooden hut
Night love
Mad love

Wind
Surf
Sound sleep

Morning tea
Lunch
Evening wine

Seagulls’ incessant calls
Floating clouds
Yawn

One morning
Quietly
One leaves, alone

Evening
The other one
Gone with the waves

Years later
Backpack
Footsteps in the sand

No hut
Remains
Here

Ocean wind, cold
In vain
Returns

Thin moon
Night after night
Full moon