Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Poem 028

All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands
If I am alive this time next year
Will I have arrived in time to share?
Mine is about as good this far
I'm still applied to what you are
And I am joining all my thoughts to you
And I'm preparing every part for you

I heard from the trees a great parade
And I heard from the hills a band was made
Will I be invited to the sound?
Will I be a part of what you've made?
And I am throwing all my thoughts away
And I'm destroying every bet I've made
And I am joining all my thoughts to you
And I'm preparing every part for you

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Sufjan Stevens of Brooklyn, New York, is a singer-songwriter. Along with his step-father he founded Asthmatic Kitty Records, through which his music is released and the music of such artists as The Welcome Wagon and My Brightest Diamond. "All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands" lifts out of Isaiah 55:12, and appeared on his fourth CD Seven Swans.