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Urlicht
Watercolour and poem inspired by the fourth movement of Mahler's Resurrection symphony
URLICHT
In tiny hands the red rose sits
In bud we are as one.
Waiting the time to bloom
Soft petals to open in maturity.
Remember the scent of youth and
As in life the golden anthers light our way.
Yet the sap rises from the briar,
Life’s thorns protecting the delicate petals.
The seed ripens, the petals wither.
To bloom again the seed must be sown
Pick the rose before it dies and carry it all your life.
Believe with wings of faith and we will die as one
To rise and live again
Inspired by Urlicht and Mahler’s Symphony n2 The Resurrection
Bob Milton
November 2017
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