Musicopoema de BioTerra- Hans Werner Henze: Whispers from Heavenly Death (poema de Walt Whitman)

Darest Thou Now O Soul
Darest thou now O soul,Walk out with me toward the unknown region,Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?
No map there, nor guide,Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand,Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.
I know it not O soul,Nor dost thou, all is a blank before us,All waits undream'd of in that region, that inaccessible land.
Till when the ties loosen,All but the ties eternal, Time and Space,Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds bounding us.
Then we burst forth, we float,In Time and Space O soul, prepared for them,Equal, equipt at last, (O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfil Osoul.

Whispers of heavenly death
Whispers of heavenly death murmur'd I hear,Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low,Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever flowing,(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of humantears?)
I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses,Mournfully slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing,With at times a half-dimm'd sadden'd far-off star,Appearing and disappearing.
(Some parturition rather, some solemn immortal birth;On the frontiers to eyes impenetrable,Some soul is passing over.)