American Lieder - Emily Dickinson's "The Saddest Noise"
I have loved this performance and song since I first heard it live on the radio in 2004. It's hauntingly beautiful; Richard Dworsky's composition frames the poem perfectly as what it is - perhaps the greatest Civil War poem. It was written for Inga Swearingen, and I see she is praised by American Songwriter Magazine like this: “Inga Swearingen’s melodies unfold like Virginia Woolf’s best sentences, patiently building to an expected climax before transcending it like a sweet exhalation of air.”
Rich Dworsky - Inga Swearingen Sweetest Noise.mp3
"The Saddest Noise" by Emily Dickinson
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
The maddest noise that grows --
The birds, they make it in the spring,
At night’s delicious close.
Between the March and April line --
That magical frontier
Beyond which summer hesitates,
Almost too heavenly near.
It makes us think of all the dead
That sauntered with us here,
By separation’s sorcery
Made cruelly more dear.
It makes us think of what we had,
And what we now deplore.
We almost wish those siren throats
Would go and sing no more.
An ear can break a human heart
As quickly as a spear,
We wish the ear had not a heart
So dangerously near.