Anyone ever tried writing music to a poem?

[geo3217]

I've never tried this, but I have always been interested in the thought of of taking a really famous poem, and just write music to it. You'd have to repeat a line or something for the chorus, but I know that I always have problems writing lyrics and this seems like an interesting solution. After all, song lyrics are often like a poem, and making a song out of a really beautiful poem sounds like a good idea. Plus, some of the best poets are dead, so you could probably use their lyrics without even listing them in your song credits (after all, the copyright is probably expired). Hmm.. I think I just had a stroke of genious...

[Easy E]

Dave kind of did it when he wrote Typical Situation

the poem was
"Prayer in the Pentagon", by Robert Dederick.

Nine

planets, Sir, endlessly circle, Sir,
one yellow star among Sir's galaxies:
Pluto Neptune Venus Jupiter
Saturn Uranus Mercury Mars and this-
this watered and this aired this favored one
where all that crawl and swim and fly and run
that drove and swarm and herd and flock are in
with tooth and leg and lung and claw and fin
created clothed and colored are by Sir

Eight

colors (counting white) Sir's rainbow makes
when whiteness on Sir's broken waters breaks
arched over tidal blue and branching gray
and grazing green and foaling brown down and away
with gorsing yellow glow and honeyed hay
and petalled blush and mottled winging whir;
the limpid eyes each of Sir's colors wakes
dark-irised are and cleared and curved by Sir

Seven

tossing seas Sir's pent-up lands divide
where silver shoals in aching green-ness glide
turn suddenly and dart and flatly lie
break surface plunge and from each other hide
and stare as though by staring they aver
what sweet surprise had widened each wide eye
that once looked early on creating Sir

Six

senses there were then in us who were
salt-tasting all along the salt-scented shore
who felt crust cool and looked on shrinking sea
and heard gull-cry on draining estuary
and found back of these five a something more
a sense of self and back of self--Sir

Five

fingers though (counting a thumb) were what
we mostly were aware of as we fought
Sir's elements and cleared Sir's forests and sought
creation-wise new metalled ways to go
by spinning wheel and wing off runway. So?

Four

quarters of our world began to grow
too few and of Sir's yellow star we thought
equations scribbled bubbled in retort
distilled its hot explosive secrets. So?

Three

questions pose themselves now as we wait: did Sir not know how to end what Sir began? Or could we choose? Or did Sir always plan?
Two

hands of ours to bring us soon or late
bent to destroy what the hands of Sir had wrought
One

day when we and all our world are brought

to


Nought?

[bassman462]

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