Music by Donna Mckevitt with words by Wilfred Owen. Poem called Futility. 
Move him into the sun —
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
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?
— O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?

Move Him Into The Sun

Song for voice, accordion and string quartet.

Setting of poem by Polish Poet Jan Andrzej Morsztyn for The Feature Film The Fold.

Sung by Nina Bardette
Written by Donna Mckevitt

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Classical and electronic composer. Working in film, contemporary dance and concert. All music available on Spotify.
Former member of #MIRANDASEXGARDEN and worked with  #MichaelNyman #NickCave #Tricky #TheOraSingers #DerekJarman #HannahPeel

Move Him Into The Sun

Donna McKevitt

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