Winter Stars, by Sara Teasdale
I went out at night alone;
The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings—
I bore my sorrow heavily.
But when I lifted up my head
From shadows shaken on the snow,
I saw Orion in the east
Burn steadily as long ago.
From windows in my father’s house,
Dreaming my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl
Above another city’s lights.
Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,
The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east
The faithful beauty of the stars.
I am an italian composer of choral music. As a self-taught, over the years I have relentlessly sought to improve my skills, devoting myself to deepening my knowledge and understanding of classical music (especially choral).
I have always carried out an intense compositional activity, both in the instrumental and vocal fields, producing numerous original works performed in various cultural and musical events.