The Warp The Weft Release “It May Not Always Be So” based on an e.e. cummings Poem

The Warp/The Weft is a progressive folk/metamorphic rock band based in Hudson Valley, Poughkeepsie. They have been active since 2012 and have used poetry to influence their psychedelia-style music. Their third LP, Dead Reckoning, was released in August 2019 and a new album is forthcoming.

A Sun-Filled Room, The Warp/The Weft

Recently, they have presented a musicalization of “It May Not Always Be So,” an e. e. cummings sonnet that explores an intense love and, with it, the need to nurture the other’s future happiness. This song was recorded at the Artfarm (Accord, NY) in December of 2021 by Sean Boyd, this is the band’s first recording and release since pre-pandemic times.  

It May Not Always Be So, The Warp/The Weft

The Warp/The Weft does an amazing job at captivating its audience’s emotions by evoking intense feelings of love, painful loss and imaginative awareness through e.e cummings,’ “It May Not Always Be So.” Shane Murphy and Trevor Larcheveque do incredible vocals to further express the deep feelings within the song’s poetical meaning. Christian Lark (Drums) and Chris Pellnat (Lead Guitar) help further captivate how powerful the melody of a song could be while using rhythmic beat and heart-felt guitar chords. The lyrics can be interpreted as an experience of a kind of love/relationship that it is possible to let go because you love someone so much you just want them to be happy, with or without you.

“It’s a fun challenge to add music to poetry without destroying the music of poetry.” 

The Warp/The Weft

It May Not Always Be So; And I Say, by e.e cummings

it may not always be so; and i say 
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch 
another’s, and your dear strong fingers clutch 
his heart, as mine in time not far away; 
if on another’s face your sweet hair lay 
in such a silence as i know, or such 
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, 
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; 
 
if this should be, i say if this should be — 
you of my heart, send me a little word; 
that i may go unto him, and take his hands, 
saying, Accept all happiness from me. 
Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird 
sing terribly afar in the lost lands. 

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