for Mixed Chorus (S.A.T.B) and Woodwind Quintet
Some would distinguish nothing here but oaks,
Proud heads conversant with the power and glory
Of heaven’s rays or heaven’s thunderstrokes,
And adumbrators to the understory,
Where, in their shade, small trees of modest leanings
Contend for light and are content with gleanings.
And yet here’s dogwood: overshadowed, small,
But not inclined to droop and count its losses . . .
Poem by Richard Wilbur
Length: ca. 7'00"
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