(1999) 13 min.
Orchestra solo oboe/2222/4231/2 pc/hp/strings/
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He took up his harp and uttered the word 'undr', which means 'wonder'. The dying man's song held me rapt, but in it and in his chords I recognized my own voice, by own verses, the slave woman who gave me my first love, the men I had killed, the chill of dawn, daybreak over the water, the oars. I took up the harp and sang to a different word.
"All right," the old man said, and I had to draw close to hear him, "You have understood."
Jorges Luis Borges, from 'The Book of Sand'