By — Tom LeGro Tom LeGro Leave your feedback Share Copy URL https://www.pbs.org/newshour/arts/monday-on-the-newshour-natalie-merchant Email Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Pinterest Tumblr Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Monday on the NewsHour: Natalie Merchant Arts Apr 26, 2010 1:39 PM EDT On Monday’s NewsHour, Jeffrey Brown profiles singer-songwriter Natalie Merchant, who after a seven-year hiatus has just released a two-disc album titled “Leave Your Sleep,” a collection of 26 traditional poems set to original music. (Read what NewsHour producer Mary Jo Brooks has to say about the album here.) Jeffrey Brown’s piece can be found here. An extended interview and additional performances by Merchant are at our Poetry Series page. For our Weekly Poem, here’s Merchant performing “Equestrienne” by Rachel Field (1894-1942): Equestrienne See, they are clearing the sawdust course For the girl in pink on the milk-white horse. Her spangles twinkle; his pale flanks shine, Every hair of his tail is fine And bright as a comet’s; his mane blows free, And she points a toe and bends a knee, And while his hoofbeats fall like rain Over and over and over again. And nothing that moves on land or sea Will seem so beautiful to me As the girl in pink on the milk-white horse Cantering over the sawdust course. We're not going anywhere. Stand up for truly independent, trusted news that you can count on! Donate now By — Tom LeGro Tom LeGro
On Monday’s NewsHour, Jeffrey Brown profiles singer-songwriter Natalie Merchant, who after a seven-year hiatus has just released a two-disc album titled “Leave Your Sleep,” a collection of 26 traditional poems set to original music. (Read what NewsHour producer Mary Jo Brooks has to say about the album here.) Jeffrey Brown’s piece can be found here. An extended interview and additional performances by Merchant are at our Poetry Series page. For our Weekly Poem, here’s Merchant performing “Equestrienne” by Rachel Field (1894-1942): Equestrienne See, they are clearing the sawdust course For the girl in pink on the milk-white horse. Her spangles twinkle; his pale flanks shine, Every hair of his tail is fine And bright as a comet’s; his mane blows free, And she points a toe and bends a knee, And while his hoofbeats fall like rain Over and over and over again. And nothing that moves on land or sea Will seem so beautiful to me As the girl in pink on the milk-white horse Cantering over the sawdust course. We're not going anywhere. Stand up for truly independent, trusted news that you can count on! Donate now