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In a wistful and memorable setting of Dickinson's well-known verse, If you were coming in the Fall, the anxious waiting for one's love is lyrically depicted though life's seasons: "fall," "in a year," in coming "centuries," and in "eternity." But uncertain of exact the timing of his arrival, this unknown length of waiting serves not to draw the heart closer, but acts more as the "Goblin Bee" that teasingly postpones its inevitable sting. Longing, nostalgic, and a tad clever, a fine addition to American art song. (Catalogue: PM3001) |
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