Nature, the Gentlest Mother (Dickinson/Copland) - 03/08/22 12:29 AM
Nature, the Gentlest Mother
From Twelve Poems of Emily Dickinson, a song cycle for voice and piano by Aaron Copland.
I originally transcribed this in Logic years ago, for piano, by hand-entering each note from printed sheet music, no downloaded MIDIs or even keyboard involved! Then I played the melody with a guitar synth. This time I exported a MIDI for BIAB to analyze, added some new parts, and gave the lead to an Emvoice singer, saying “Give me soul”.
Nature, the gentlest mother
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest,—
Her admonition mild
In forest and the hill
By traveller is heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.
How fair her conversation,
A summer afternoon,—
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down
Her voice among the aisles
Incites the timid prayer
Of the minutest cricket,
The most unworthy flower.
When all the children sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky,
With infinite affection
And infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.
** BIAB Song Summary **
Style is _SMOSOUL.STY
RealTrack: 1397:Bass, Electric, Soul70sSync Ev16 100
RealTrack: 1399:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm Soul70sBrightSync Ev16 100
RealTrack: 1402:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm Soul70sWarmSync Ev16 100
RealDrums: PraiseWorshipUptempo16^1-a:Snare, HiHat, Kick , b:Snare, Ride
GUEST RealTrack: 2585:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm PunkHeldPlus Ev 165
From Twelve Poems of Emily Dickinson, a song cycle for voice and piano by Aaron Copland.
I originally transcribed this in Logic years ago, for piano, by hand-entering each note from printed sheet music, no downloaded MIDIs or even keyboard involved! Then I played the melody with a guitar synth. This time I exported a MIDI for BIAB to analyze, added some new parts, and gave the lead to an Emvoice singer, saying “Give me soul”.
Nature, the gentlest mother
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest,—
Her admonition mild
In forest and the hill
By traveller is heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.
How fair her conversation,
A summer afternoon,—
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down
Her voice among the aisles
Incites the timid prayer
Of the minutest cricket,
The most unworthy flower.
When all the children sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky,
With infinite affection
And infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.
** BIAB Song Summary **
Style is _SMOSOUL.STY
RealTrack: 1397:Bass, Electric, Soul70sSync Ev16 100
RealTrack: 1399:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm Soul70sBrightSync Ev16 100
RealTrack: 1402:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm Soul70sWarmSync Ev16 100
RealDrums: PraiseWorshipUptempo16^1-a:Snare, HiHat, Kick , b:Snare, Ride
GUEST RealTrack: 2585:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm PunkHeldPlus Ev 165