Here you will find the Poem Words For A Trumpet Chorale Celebrating The Autumn of poet Delmore Schwartz
"The trumpet is a brilliant instrument." - Dietrich Buxtehude Come and come forth and come up from the cup of Your dumbness, stunned and numb, come with The statues and believed in, Thinking this is nothing, deceived. Come to the summer and sun, Come see upon that height, and that sum In the seedtime of the winter's absolute, How yearly the phoenix inhabits the fruit. Behold, above all, how the tall ball Called the body is but a drum, but a bell Summoning the soul To rise from the catacomb of sleep and fear To the blaze and death of summer, Rising from the lithe forms of the pure Furs of the rising flames, slender and supple, Which are the consummation of the blaze of fall and of all.