Poets to Come
Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater
than before known,
Arouse! for you must justify me.
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the
I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in
I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping,
turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.
Read by François Holmey
The Firebird, Disappearance of the Palace and Dissolution of Kashchei's Enchantments, Stravinsky
Simon Rattle, City of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra
The Old Musician, Edouard Manet
Courtesy National Gallery of Art, Washington