*Winner, call for
scores by cellist Christian Schrock*
Aedh
Laments The Loss Of Love
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end:
She looked in my heart one day
And saw your image was there;
She has gone weeping away.
Aedh
Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes
Fasten
your hair with a golden pin,
And
bind up every wandering tress;
I
bade my heart build these poor rhymes:
It
worked at them, day out, day in,
Building
a sorrowful loveliness
Out
of the battles of old times.
You
need but lift a pearl-pale hand,
And
bind up your long hair and sigh;
And
all men’s hearts must burn and beat;
And
candle-like foam on the dim sand,
And
stars climbing the dew-dropping sky,
Live
but to light your passing feet.
Aedh
Hears The Cry Of The
Sedge
I
Wander by the edge
Of this desolate lake
Where wind cries in the sedge
Until the axle break
That keeps the stars in their round
And hands hurl in the deep
The banners of East and West
And the girdle of light is unbound,
Your breast will not lie by the breast
Of your beloved in sleep.
Aedh
Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
Had
I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought
with golden and silver light,
The
blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of
night and light and the half light,
I
would spread the cloths under your feet:
But
I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I
have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread
softly because you tread on my dreams.
Igor Cetkovic, Cello
Loretta Cetkovic, Piano