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==Music files==
==Music files==
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*{{PostedDate|2020-01-02}} {{CPDLno|56496}} [[Media:Futility.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Futility.mxl|{{XML}}]] [[Media:Futility.mscz|{{Muse}}]]
*{{PostedDate| 2020-01-02}} {{CPDLno|56496}} [[Media:Futility.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Futility.mxl|{{XML}}]] [[Media:Futility.mscz|{{Muse}}]]
{{Editor|James Crawford|2020-01-02}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|81}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives}}
{{Editor|James Crawford|2020-01-02}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|81}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives}}
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==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''Futility''<br>
{{Title|''Futility''}}
{{Composer|James Crawford}}
{{Composer|James Crawford}}
{{Lyricist|Wilfred Owen}}
{{Lyricist|Wilfred Owen}}


{{Voicing|1|S}}<br>
{{Voicing|1|S}}
{{Genre|Secular|Art songs}}
{{Genre|Secular|Art songs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Instruments|Piano}}
{{Instruments|Piano}}
{{Pub|1|2020}}
{{Pub|1|2020}}
 
{{Descr|Futility is the seventh and last of a collection of songs based upon the poems of Wilfred Owen. It is not intended that this collection should be sung as a cycle. It may serve as part of a Remembrance Day event, or recital, or as a competition piece.}}
'''Description:''' Futility is the seventh and last of a collection of songs based upon the poems of Wilfred Owen. It is not intended that this collection should be sung as a cycle. It may serve as part of a Remembrance Day event, or recital, or as a competition piece.
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'''External websites:'''
 
==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English|
{{Text|English|
Move him into the sun  
Move him into the sun -
gently its touch awoke him once.
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home whispering of fields half sown  
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him even in France  
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow  
Until this morning and this snow.
if anything might rouse him now the kind old sun will know  
If anything might rouse him now
think how it wakes the seeds woke once the clays of a cold star
The kind old sun will know.


Are limbs so dear achieved are sides fullnerved too hard to stir?  
Think how it wakes the seeds -
Was it for this? the clay grew tall?  
Woke once the clays of a cold star.
Oh what made fatuous sunbeams toil to break earth's sleep at all?}}
Are limbs, so dear achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- Oh what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?}}


[[Category:Sheet music]]
[[Category:Sheet music]]
[[Category:Modern music]]
[[Category:Modern music]]

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  • (Posted 2020-01-02)  CPDL #56496:       
Editor: James Crawford (submitted 2020-01-02).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 81 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC ND
Edition notes:

General Information

Title: Futility
Composer: James Crawford
Lyricist: Wilfred Owen

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: S
Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 2020
Description: Futility is the seventh and last of a collection of songs based upon the poems of Wilfred Owen. It is not intended that this collection should be sung as a cycle. It may serve as part of a Remembrance Day event, or recital, or as a competition piece.

External websites:

Original text and translations

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Move him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds -
Woke once the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- Oh what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?