
APOLLONIAN RIFFS
MUSIC OF GEOFFREY DEAN
Winter Blooms
LYRIC SUITE FOR PIANO / COMPOSED IN 2025
I composed the Winter Blooms lyric suite in honor of my mother, a winter-born botanist, on the occasion of her eightieth birthday. Her favorite types of flowers include several that bloom in the winter, such as Amaryllis and Wintergreen. I have adorned my modest musical bouquet—distantly related to the literary anthologia and florilegia of old—with personal poetic "pickings" that serve as evocative epigraphs for the movements.
SNOW SONG
In winter / all the singing is in / the tops of the trees / where the wind-bird / ... has turned itself / into snow.
—Mary Oliver, “White-Eyes”
SOFTLY SHINING
But angel like, when I awoke,
Thy silvery form, so soft and fair
Shining through darkness, sweetly spoke
Of cloudy skies and mountains bare;
...
And voiceless, soulless, messenger
Thy presence waked a thrilling tone
That comforts me while thou art here
And will sustain when thou art gone
—Emily Bronte, “To a Wreath of Snow”
LIQUID MOON
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
...
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
—William Carlos Williams, “Winter Trees”
A CERTAIN SLANT OF LIGHT
There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –
—Emily Dickinson, “There’s a certain Slant of light” (320)
TINTINABULATION
Hear the sledges with the bells—
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
—Edgar Allan Poe, from “The Bells”
THE ONLY OTHER SOUND
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
...
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
—Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”
SHADOW DANCE
Our shadows danced, / Fantastic shapes in vivid blue.
—Sara Teasdale, “A Winter Blue Jay”
WINTER BLOOMS
...the dark, too, blooms and sings...
—Wendell Berry, “To Know the Dark”
Image: Crocuses in Snow, Wisconsin Originals
