Of Molluscs by May Sarton
Opens a fraction to the ocean's food,
Bathed in its riches. Do not ask
What force would do, or if force could.
A knife is of no use against a fortress.
You might break it to pieces as gulls do.
No, only the rising tide and its slow progress
Opens the shell. Lovers, I tell you true.
You who have held yourselves closed hard
Against warm sun and wind, shelled up in fears
And hostile to a touch or tender word -
The ocean rises, salt as unshed tears.
Now you are floated on this gentle flood
That cannot force or be forced, welcome food
Salt as your tears, the rich ocean's blood,
Eat, rest, be nourished on the tide of love.
(from Halfway To Silence, 1980)
Listen to 'Of Molluscs' put to music: Of Molluscs (1995) is a setting of the poem by American writer May Sarton. The poem's sea imagery is reflected in the gentle rise and fall of the oboe melody. The soprano line is simple and, at times, textless, singing on the syllable "aah." The soprano and oboe lines often intertwine in a duet of equal parts.
Hillary Johnson, soprano
Jennifer Slowik, oboe
Recorded live at Paine Hall, Harvard University, 1996