Philip Silvey - composer
It Sings in Me - SAB - Philip Silvey

The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree --
I could not be so sure of spring
Save that it sings in me.

– Sara Teasdale

In this poem originally titled April, Sara Teasdale captures the imminence of spring, or more specifically, the expectation and anticipation of a season that has not yet materialized. Despite the bleak scene she depicts, her spirit never doubts what will soon commence. To me, this poem celebrates the undeterred belief that stirs as an internal song of hope.

Duration: 2:36


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