A film created by the students of Special Studies in Vocal Repertoire
Musical Director - Dr. Lisa Sylvester
Concept and Direction by Munachimso
Edited by Brandon Ortiz
Songs by B.E. Boykin
Moments in Sonder poetry by Maya Angelou
"Love Let the Wind Cry" poetry by Sappho (translation by H.T. Wharton)
Composed by Undine Smith Moore
"Hold Fast to Dreams" poetry by Langston Hughes
Composed by Florence Price
Love Let the Wind Cry….How I Adore Thee
Composed by Undine Smith Moore
Poetry by Sappho
Translation by H.T. Wharton
Love, let the clear call
Of the tree cricket,
Frailest of creatures
Green as the young grass,
Mark with his trilling
Resonant bell-note,
How I adore thee
But, more than all sounds,
Surer, serener,
Fuller of passion
And exultation,
Let the hushed whisper.
In thine own heart say,
How I adore thee
Senses of Insecurity
By B.E. Boykin
I couldn’t tell fact from fiction
Or if my dream was true
The only sure prediction
In this whole world was you
I’d touched your features inchly
Heard love and dared the cost
The scented spiel reeled me unreal
And found my senses lost.
How Can I Lie to You
By B.E. Boykin
Now thread my voice with lies
Of lightness
Force within my mirror eyes
The cold disguise
Of sad and wise decisions
Greyday
By B.E. Boykin
The day hangs heavy
loose and grey when you’re away
A crown of thorns
A shirt of hair is what I wear
No one knows my lonely heart
When we’re apart
Passing Time
By B.E. Boykin
Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning of a certain end.
The other, the end
of a sure beginning.
A Conceit
By B.E. Boykin
Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow you
beyond this rage of poetry.
Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.
For me
Give me your hand.
In a Time
By B.E. Boykin
In a time of secret wooing
Today prepares tomorrow’s ruin
Left knows not what right is doing
My heart is torn asunder
In a time of furtive sighs
Sweet hellos and sad goodbyes
Half-truths and entire lies
My conscience echoes thunder
In a time when kingdoms come
Joy is brief as summer’s fun
Happiness its race has won
Then pain stalks in to plunder
When You Come to Me
By B.E. Boykin
When you come to me unbidden,
Beckoning me to long ago rooms
Where memories lie
Off’ring me, as to a child, an attic
Gatherings of days too few,
Baubles of stolen kisses
Trinklets of borrowed loves
Trunks of secret words, I CRY
On Diverse Deviations
By B.E. Boykin
When love is a shimmering curtain
before a door of chance
That leads to a world in question
Where-in the macabrous dance
Of bones that rattle in silence
Of blinded eyes and rolls
Of thick lips thin, denying
A thousand powdered moles,
Where touch to touch is feel
And life a weary whore
I would be carried off, not gently
To a store,
Where love is the scream of anguish
and no curtain drapes the door
Remembering
By B.E. Boykin
Soft grey ghosts crawl up on my sleeve
To peer into my little eyes
While I deny their threats
And answer them with lies
Mush-like memoires perform a ritual on my lips
I lie in stolid hopelessness
And they lay my soul in strips
Tears
By B.E. Boykin
Tears
The crystal rags
Viscous tatters of a wandering soul
Moans
Deep swan song
Blue farewell of dying dream
Hold Fast to Dreams
Composed by Florence Price
Poetry by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken winged bird
That cannot die
Hold fast to Dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
The Lesson
By B.E. Boykin
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge.
The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
Sounds Like Pearls
By B.E. Boykin
Sounds like pearls roll off your tongue
To grace this eager ebon ear
Doubt and fear
Ungainly things,
With blushings
Disappear
Reverses
By B.E. Boykin
How often must we
Must we butt to head
Mind to ass
Flank to nuts
Cock to elbow
Hip to toe
Soul to shoulder
Confront ourselves
In our past
Refusal
By B.E. Boykin
Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave
Irreverent.
Those sweet excesses that
I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.
I defy my body's haste.
Without the promise
Of one more sweet encounter
I will not deign to die.