"We are a dispersed people whose history
is a sensation of opaque fidelity.
When or why our exile began
among the speech-ridden, we cannot tell
but solidarity comes flooding up in us
"My cage has many rooms,
Damask and dark.
Nothing there sings,
Not even my lark.
Larks never will, you know,
When they’re captive.
Teach me to be more adaptive.
Green finch and linnet bird,
Teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly,
Let me sing.”
Stephen Sondheim, from “Green Finch and Linnet Bird,” from Sweeney Todd.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Sondheim. Thanks for the songs.