The beautiful poem by Max Jacob fits in with the sacred,
magical function, which is inseparable from the music; the melodic
line mixes a certain exaltation and the ultra thematism coming from
the small Shoenbergian form.
A few key words from the text: nothingness, shadow, void, pity, death,
cross, are put forward by the soprano, around whom the quartet build
a subtle sonic fabric, or prolongs, mainly through the viola and cello,
the vocal melodic inflections. The inflections are hardly sustained,
more like impulses, movements of two or three notes interrupted by
After a short exaltation, everything seems to be solved in the last
phrase, on the two most beautiful verses of the poem: "I am a plant
shaken by Hell/ which wings in times past extended towards the sea"
where the voice like delivered, states an ascending melody which seems
to take to the distance, to infinity. However this impetus is hampered
by the strings constant glissando and the piece ends in a very dark