MY YEAR IN POEMS
(2019)

 

Ava Bonam sets poetry to music in her 2019 project MY YEAR IN POEMS.

Poems have a melody of their own. They have a rhythm, a soul, a tune that just needs to get caught. As a writer of poems herself, Ava Bonam sets out to visit the realm of folklore and literature once again - but this time the music derives from the words itself.
The melodies and harmonies have never been sung before and are solely composed for the specific poem.

The project is intended to last until the end of 2019. If you've got a favourite poem that you would like to hear sung, please get in touch. 

#1   Oscar Wilde - Requiescat 

The young Oscar Wilde wrote this elegy for his younger sister's funeral.

Instruments used: voice, harmonium, harp.

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.

Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.

Peace, peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life's buried here,
Heap earth upon it.

#2   Dylan Thomas - Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Instruments used: voice, guitar, castanets.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, to late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

#3   J.R.R. Tolkien - The road goes ever on and on 

Bilbo Baggins recites this poem in the first book of the Lord of the Rings series.

Instruments used: voice, Celtic harp.

The road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can.
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And wither then? I cannot say.