Accademia Dei Solinghi Poem by RIC BASTASA

KANTATE IHR VOELKER HOERT

IT is her alone
Now singing
Her lonely song
As though
She is on a very
High tower
On a very
High mountaintop.

WHAT I admire
most is her skill
Of singing
Solitude as though
It is a common
Piece
That any maiden
Of the town
Can sing

and
Sing it well.

A perfect voice
Of solitude
Singing


Alleluia
Alleluia

The God
On High
Shall come
And the
Bride must
Be ready
for the
God-groom

She sings so
Skillfully
And the mountains
And valleys and
All the people
Of the town
Listen and
They cannot
Tell what time
Is it because

All they do
Is listen to
Her as she
sings
Skillfully the
song of solitude

I too was sleepless
I learned the art
Of simply be
Myself
of simply
Be
in solitude

Unknown
to all
She sings

Because she
Is sleepy
and

She did not
Believe
in the

Power of solitude

In fact
what she
Really
believed
In and
what made
Her sing is
The power
of
Her song
It was
her
Projection
Of solitude

Which they
Really mistook

as

solitude

Her song
May be about
Solitude

She was not.
she was not really