Anna-Karin about Forever Hurts:
The “reimagined secular requiem” -Comfort and loss inspired by nature, was the requirement asked for, in this work.
Choral music mostly needs a text. That brings a lot of research or at least thinking, before you can start working on the music. Mostly it’s with the text it starts.
I compose for different kinds of ensembles, but composing songs or choral music is special. The chosen poem or text makes me write music I’d never do without that precise text.
So I searched for texts, and by accident the poem “Forever” by Paul Lawrence Dunbar came up. I didn’t know anything about him. I know NOW that he is quiet known in the US.
I liked that little, short poem very much. It talked to me! But he did not search for comfort in nature. My thoughts went to my compatriot poet, Karin Boye, and her (in Sweden) very known poem, “Yes, it surely hurts when buds are bursting” (Ja visst gör det ont när knoppar brister).
For me, her poem talks about the same thing as the poem by Dunbar, but in very different ways. And I was so inspired by his poem… but the nature I found in Boye. So I decided to use them both.
Boye and Dunbar both had very short lives. Both died young. Their lives reached a normal lifespan putting them together. Dunbar died only a few years after Boye was born, she was about 5-6 years old.
So they lived 1872-1941. Different lives, different parts of the world, different cultures, different gender and colore, unaware of each other’s existence. But still they wrote poems about the same thing. About suffering, life, death, and searching for comfort.
We are not so different from eachother, after all.
I decided to let them talk to each other through time and space.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
Karin Boye (1900-1941)
Yes,it surely hurts when buds are bursting
I had not known before
Forever was so long a word.
The slow stroke of the clock of time
I had not heard.
Yes, it surely hurts when buds are bursting
Why else would springtime falter?
Why would all our heat of longing
be caught in pale and bitter cold?
Buds encased all through the winter –
What’s new that makes them strain and split?
Yes, it surely hurts when buds are bursting,
hurts in what grows
and in what shields.
‘Tis hard to learn so late;
It seems no sad heart really learns,
but hopes and trusts and doubts and fears,
and bleeds and burns.
Yes, it’s surely hard when drops are falling,
frightened shaking, heavy hanging,
cling to branches, swelling, sliding –
holding on while weighing down.
Hard to fear, divided, doubting,
hard to feel the depth that calls,
and yet remain and merely tremble –
hard to stay
and hard to fall.
The night is not all dark,
nor is the day all it seems,
but each may bring me this relief—
my dreams and dreams.
Then, when nothing helps and all seems lost,
the tree buds burst as if rejoicing.
Then, when fear holds on no more
sparkling drops from branches fall
I had not known before
that Never was so sad a word,
so wrap me in forgetfulness—
forgetful that they feared the new,
forgetful that they feared the journey –
I have not heard.
feel one second safe and sound,
rest in trust
which creates this world.
POLYPHONOS AWARD 2018
Ily Matthew Maniano (Young composer winner)
Sarah Rimkus (National composer winner)
Anna-Karin Klockar (International composer winner)