FUTILITY by Antonio Cipolla published on 2022-09-11T09:16:42Z The British war poet Wilfred Owen, who died in 1918 during World War I, in this poem discusses the pointlessness of war and the helplessness of soldiers, a theme very much relevant today with war in Ukraine raging at Europe’s doorstep. Wilfred Owen’s poem set to music by Antonio Cipolla 2003. Recorded on 10/9/2022. FUTILITY Move him into the sun— Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields half-sown. 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? (Wilfred Owen) Genre Folk & Singer-Songwriter Comment by Cristilena LEFTER I like your voice! It's so expresive and has so much passion in it 2022-10-10T20:10:34Z Comment by Antonio Cipolla Thank you very much, David. Yes, I decided to do a new recording of this song because of the tragedy of this awful moment... 2022-09-30T20:10:04Z Comment by David Dunham Nicely done in your poignant playing and delivery. Yes...the futility of war. 2022-09-30T19:46:52Z