By Frederick Frahm. Music for organ solo.


After the following poem by American Poet Hart Crane from 1933:

We make our meek adjustments,
Contented with such random consolations
As the wind deposits
In slithered and too ample pockets.

For we can still love the world, who find
A famished kitten on the step, and know
Recesses for it from the fury of the street,
Or warm torn elbow coverts…

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