Professional Documents
Culture Documents
FOR THE
DRAMATIC SOPRANO VOICE AND ORCHESTRA;
A STUDY GUIDE
DOCUMENT
By
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This document is meant to serve as a study guide of twenty-five works for the
dramatic soprano voice with orchestra. Criteria used for inclusion include range,
tessitura, orchestral scoring, dramatic intensity, and cultural diversity. There are
examples of works dating from 1787 through 2004, and include song cycles, monoperas,
monodramas, scena and arias, symphonic rhapsodies, cantatas, symphonic cycles, and
lyric tragedies. Adhering to the basic requirement of the piece being suitable for the
dramatic soprano voice, the chosen works are eclectic in language, style, ethnic origin,
and musical period. A cursory definition of the dramatic soprano voice is included.
Information is provided for each listing, including a brief biographical sketch of the
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Dedicated to my three dear children:
Jonathan Hudson,
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I would like to acknowledge with profound thanks, Dr. Robin Rice at The Ohio
State University, for his vast encouragement, instruction, guidance, advice, and
friendship during the past two years. Heartfelt thanks go to Professor Loretta Robinson,
Dr. Charles Patrick Woliver, and Dr. Wayne Redenbarger for their assistance and support
on my behalf during this process. I also want to thank my husband, Roger, for his
unfailing encouragement and love, even while completing his Ph.D. in School
Psychology. I would be remiss if I did not also thank the present day composers whose
generosity in providing their musical and dramatic pieces of art, allowed for a more
complete representation of the exciting repertoire that is available to the dramatic soprano
today.
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VITA
1993Teaching Certificate
K-12 Vocal Music Endorsement
State of Washington
1993Teaching Credential
Elementary and Early Childhood Ed
Pacific Oaks College
Performance Experience
Opera
1987 2003University of Washington
La Clemenza di Tito Vitellia
Die Fledermaus Rosalinda
Tacoma Opera
Amahl and the Night Visitors Mother
Amahl and the Night Visitors Mother
Capitol Opera
Suor Angelica Angelica
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Seattle Opera Young Artist
Madama Butterfly Cio Cio San
Tosca Tosca
Ariadne auf Naxos Ariadne
Un Ballo in Maschera Amelia
Lohengrin Elsa
Tannhuser Elisabeth
Tristan und Isolde Isolde
Cavalleria Rusticana Santuzza
Seattle Opera
Il Trovatore Leonora (Cover)
Turandot Liu (Cover)
Andrea Chenier Maddalena (Cover)
Elektra 5th Maid
Cortona, Italy
Dialogues of the Carmelites Blanche
Firenze, Italy
Dialogues of the Carmelites Blanche
City of Gaithersburg, MD
Hansel and Gretel Witch
2006Amici Opera
Il Tabarro Giorgetta
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Pagliacci Nedda
Cavalleria Rusticana Santuzza
Oratorio
1987 2003.. Verdi Requiem Seattle Choral Company
December Seattle Choral Company
St. Cecelia Mass Eugene Concert Choir
Beethoven 9th Bremerton Sym Orchestra
High Holy Days Temple de Hirsch, Seattle
Love Songs Fort Collins Sym Orchestra
Mozart Requiem Bremerton Sym Orchestra
V. Williams Hodie Puget Sound Civic Chorus
V. Williams Hodie Rainier Chorale
Handel Messiah Payson Civic Chorale
Mendelssohn Elijah Payson Civic Chorale
Chichester Psalms The Seattle Symphony
Ceremony of Carols The Leonard Moore Chorale
Schubert Mass in G Bellevue Phil Orchestra
Bach Cantata #4 University of Washington
Brahms Requiem City Singers
Hovhaness Magnificat The Seattle Chorale
Musical Theatre
1987 2003.. Phantom Opera Diva Seattle 5th Avenue
Brigadoon Fiona Seattle Civic Lt Opera
Kismet Marsinah Burien Little Theatre
The Sound of Music Maria Northshore Civic
1776 Martha Payson Community
The Music Man Marian Village Theatre
Carnival! Lili Seattle Civic Opera
Carousel Julie Seattle Civic Opera
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Oklahoma! Laurie Northshore Civic
Brigadoon Fiona Off Broadway Prod.
West Side Story Maria Shoreline Co College
Fiddler on the Roof Hodel Shoreline Co. College
Fahrenheit 451 Mrs. Hudson New City Theatre
Man of La Mancha Aldonza Central WA Univ.
PUBLICATIONS
FIELDS OF STUDY
Areas of Emphasis:
Vocal Performance
Vocal Pedagogy
Vocal Literature
Opera
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Page
Abstractii
Dedication...iii
Acknowledgments...iv
Vita...v
List of Figures.xii
Introduction..1
Voice Classifications....2
Pre-1900 10
1900-1950...46
1950-2004...87
References..177
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LIST OF FIGURES
Figure Page
4. Hector Berlioz....26
5. Richard Wagner..........34
6. Ernest Chausson.........40
7. Maurice Ravel.....47
8. Gustav Holst.......52
9. Alban Berg..........58
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18. John Eaton..118
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INTRODUCTION
In the spring of 2005, at The Ohio State University, I won the DMA
Concerto/Aria Competition and was discussing with Maestro Marshall Haddock, of The
Ohio State University Symphony Orchestra, and Dr. Robin Rice, my DMA advisor and
voice teacher, what repertoire I should perform with the symphony orchestra the
following year. We talked about individual opera arias, but wanted a more substantial
I am not a true dramatic soprano, my timbre is not dark; it is very clear and
bright and able to be heard easily over an orchestra, especially in the upper range. In
includes some of the lighter Dramatischer Sopran roles and the heaviest of the (Spinto)
Jugendlich Dramatischer Sopran roles. I am also a true crossover in that I can easily
perform musical theatre roles and lighter repertoire vocally, consequently performing
dramatic soprano repertoire has always felt the easiest for me to perform.
listing of existing repertoire for the dramatic soprano voice and orchestra. We
determined Beethovens Ah, perfido! to be appropriate for this occasion, due to the prior
knowledge of Maestro Haddock. This situation made it evident that there was a need for
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VOICE CLASSIFICATIONS
dependent upon many variables; however, there are some generally accepted voice
categories, as outlined in the German Fach system which has attempted to narrow and
define the different properties required for the soprano voice for particular musical
presentations. In this document, I will list the classifications for the soprano voice in the
world of classical music, opera, oratorio, and solo orchestral works, as most generally
Caldwell, the soprano voice can be classified into the following groupings:
Leggero (Soubrette)
Hochdramatischer (Heroic)
Not everyone in the world agrees as to how many voice categories there are, and
their differences, but I will concentrate on solely the German way of classifying. I chose
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to refer to these published voice classifications because they are the most widely accepted
in the opera world today. Each of these categories can be subcategorized, but for the sake
There are several standard characteristics that are generally accepted to help
Range
Tessitura
Timbre
Weight
Agility
Range refers to the actual notes the soprano can sing: her highest and lowest. All
sopranos are expected to be able to sing a high C (C5), however, the heavier dramatic
voices usually do not perform higher, whereas a coloratura soprano is expected to have a
high F above high C (F5). A voices range is a primary consideration, but cannot be the
Tessitura is the area in ones voice where one feels the most comfortable singing;
anywhere from a fourth to an octave. It usually refers to where the majority of a certain
roles notes lie, and where a singer can perform without feeling too taxed. A soubrettes
voice can usually sustain many high light notes, whereas a spinto will sing the bulk of her
music in the middle and low, leading to a climactic high note toward or at the end of a
long phrase.
Timbre is the sopranos voice color; the quality of sound, and can range from
light to dark, smooth to brilliant, slender to lush, mellow to metallic, clear to rich, and
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from silver to gold. Timbre is an important vocal characteristic in determining the
by timbre and decibels and is often characterized by the thickness of the singers vocal
folds. A heavy voice (thicker folds) will carry over a full orchestra, even at lower
pitches, and is what is referred to when talking about small or large voices. But often,
weight can be confused with darkness and brightness, which are timbres.
Agility is the ability to execute trills, runs, scales, and arpeggios easily, at fast
speeds, and with clear enunciation. This ability and range are what will determine the
difference between a lyric coloratura soprano and a full lyric soprano, or a dramatic
coloratura and a dramatic soprano, because their timbre and weight can often be very
similar.
After judging all these criteria in one singer, one still has a difficult time pigeon-
holing a performer into only one vocal category because each voice is unique; each is
dynamic and can change with time, experience, physical maturity, and learned technical
skills. A singer can change from one fach to another because of these changes and can be
classified a Zwischenfach Sopran which identifies a soprano who can sing some roles
from two neighboring fachs; heaviest of one and lightest of the other.
Arguably, the accepted criteria for each vocal category are as follows:
clear middle
weaker low
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Lyric
warm
Dramatic
penetration
Spinto A2-C5 low more darker than lyric, with can create
volume climaxes
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In the German Handbuch der Oper by Von Rudolf Kloiber and Wulf Konold,
there is a listing of roles from operas that each singer in each fach is expected to be able
to perform when hired in that particular voice classification. This well-known reference
can assist in determining what operatic repertoire is suitable for the dramatic soprano
As stated earlier, this is a very general categorizing of the soprano voice, and
there are many exceptions as to what can be suitable, depending on the individual singer.
It may be possible for a soprano to vocally perform a certain orchestral work more easily
than other dramatic sopranos, because one or more of the vocal characteristics are
uniquely different for her (i.e., more agile perhaps, but still with a dramatic timbre),
making particular works more accessible to her alone, and not every dramatic soprano.
The issue of categorizing the many possible classifications for the soprano voice
is essential for the singer to perform the various scena composed with orchestral
accompaniment included in this listing. After determining the voice type, vocal
production plays a hugely important role in determining the success of the individual
singer in performing this difficult music; all dramatic sopranos need to understand and
acquire the vocal techniques necessary to sing these dramatically varied works.
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Kirsten Flagstad
Birgit Nilsson
Aprile Millo
Rgine Crespin
Eleanor Steber
Renata Tebaldi
Cheryl Studer
Catherine Malfitano
Phyllis Curtin
Martina Arroyo
Zinka Milanov
Helen Traubel
Regina Resnik
Eileen Farrell
Eva Marton
Maria Callas
Hildegarde Behrens
Jessye Norman
Janice Baird
Leontyne Price
Alessandra Marc
Jane Eaglen
Deborah Voigt
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JUSTIFICATION
works with other soloists (vocal or instrumental), chorus, or piano only accompaniment.
Some selected pieces have a smaller orchestral scoring (i.e., string orchestra). I chose to
be eclectic in language, style, ethnic origin, and musical period, all the while adhering to
the basic requirement of the work being suitable for the dramatic soprano voice.
African, Chinese, and Jewish (including two works about Holocaust victims). With each
foreign language lyric, I have included the English translation. Range, tessitura, and
duration of piece were elements researched for consideration. Recorded and live
performances by known dramatic sopranos of some of these pieces help show the
more than one voice type. Scena and aria, song cycle, monodrama, monopera,
symphonic rhapsody, cantata, symphonic cycle, and lyric tragedy are all represented in
this listing. The works themselves had to have a dramatic, emotional effect, either
through the text or music or both. They are all profound in their own way utilizing the
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Time periods with their respective historical styles needed to be represented and that
criterion tempered my selections. This listing is not all inclusive, but representational for
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PRE-1900
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Figure 1: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756 1791) (Wikipedia)
My subject enlarges itself, becomes methodized and defined, and the whole, though it be
long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it, like a fine
picture or a beautiful statue, at a glance. (ThinkExist)
K452
Composer:
Type:
Concert Aria
Duration:
10 minutes
Libretto:
Taken from the opera, Cerere placata, composed by Niccol Jommelli with text
by Michele Sarcone
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Publishers:
Classical
World Premiere:
Unknown, but the scena was composed while Mozart was staying at the country
Scoring:
Vocal Range:
D3 A4
Tessitura:
G3 G4
Role:
Titano
Voice:
Soprano
Synopsis:
The Goddess Ceres is furious that Titano has eloped with her daughter,
Justification:
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Historical Significance:
audience appeal and complexity of technique and depth of feeling. He has been highly
admired by later composers and many of his works have become part of the standard
concert repertoire, recognized the world over as masterpieces of the Classical style. His
music is noble, yet entertaining, expressive, yet tasteful, simple, yet complex, and
audiences everywhere to this day, flock to hear his compositions. Most of Mozarts
soprano leading ladies were soubrette, light lyric, coloratura types. Very often today, a
Mozart opera role will be a young singers first introduction to opera, because the music
can be performed by young, agile, florid voices. Mozarts writing is full of skips, jumps,
runs, and arpeggios and the musical line often has many, many words, almost like patter
singing. (Burkholder, 201, 202) It has been said that to sing Mozart is to keep your voice
young; and this is the reason. It is difficult to have a heavier voice sing music composed
by Mozart because he did not provide long phrases on one open vowel long enough for
one to open up and really sing with power through the phrase; the voice seems to be
always moving, and that takes a different kind of emphasis and technique and is tiring on
It has also been said, jokingly, that Mozart hated sopranos, and that was why he
wrote such difficult music for them. He does not allow, very often, for natural vowel
modification in the top voice; many times one must sing a high G (G4) or higher with an
unacceptable vowel in Italian. It is interesting to think that perhaps this is because Italian
was not his native tongue, but the same can be said of his German soprano pieces as well.
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If one can learn to sing with exceptional vocal technique and production, his music can
However, there are always exceptions and hence the inclusion of Bella mia
fiamma in this catalogue. True to Mozart, this concert aria is difficult, but a dramatic
soprano should be capable of performing this demanding piece; he composed this concert
aria with a particular singer of the day in mind: Josepha Duschek, the same artist
Beethoven used later for his Ah, perfido! Musicians in the Classical time period
composed for individual singers of the time, and often wrote music especially suited to
that prima donnas voice. The limited range, the lower tessitura, the dramatic quality of
the text, the orchestration, and the length of the piece are all elements that suggest this
scena is more suited to the heavier dramatic soprano voice. (Nehmt Meinen Dank, K.383)
Lyrics:
Aria:
Resta, oh cara! Acerba morte me separa Stay, oh beloved! Bitter death separates me,
oh Dio, da te. oh, God, from you.
Prendi cura di sua sorte, Look after her,
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Consolarla almen procura. Console her.
Vadoahi lasso! Addio per sempre! I goalas, unhappy one! Goodbye for ever!
Questaffanno, This anguish,
questo passo terribile per me. This step is terrible for me.
Ah, dov il tempio? dov lara? Ah, where is the temple? Where is the altar?
Vieni affretta la vendetta! Come, hasten my vengeance!
Questa vita cosi amara pi This life, so bitter,
Soffribile non , no. is no longer bearable.
O cara, addio per sempre! O darling, farewell forever!
(Coffin)
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Figure 2: Franz Joseph Haydn (1732-1809) (Wikipedia)
Composer:
Type:
Cantata
Duration:
13 minutes
Libretto:
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Publishers:
Classical
World Premiere:
London, England
May 4, 1795
Benefit Concert
Scoring:
basso
Vocal Range:
Bb2 C5
Tessitura:
F3 F4
Role:
Princess Berenice
Voice:
Soprano
Time:
300 B.C.
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Place:
Macedonia
Synopsis:
Princess Berenice, but she actually is in love with his son, Demetrius. Earlier,
King Alexander of the Epirotes had wooed Berenice, but she scorned his
advances. The daughter of King Antigonus Gonatus, Ismene is in love with King
Alexander. Demetrius renounces Berenice so she can marry his father. This
scene takes place when Berenice is convinced that Demetrius, out of anguish for
the situation, is about to kill himself. She asks herself what she should do. She
approaches hysteria as she contemplates her future, her love, and the choices she
must make. This scena has two recitatives that meld into two arias, reflecting a
Justification:
Beethoven used this scena as a model for his own composition of Ah, perfido!,
Op. 65.
Historical Significance:
Franz Joseph Haydn bears the distinction of fathering the classical symphony
and string quartet, and was a prolific composer. His development of the sonata form and
inventive creations of movement to transitional keys were revolutionary at the time, and
adopted by both Mozart and Beethoven. He took the genre of the symphony which was
characteristically short and slowly expanded its length, weight and complexity. Music
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during this period was structured by tonality and tonal cadences. Over the five decades of
his ever increasing musical sophistication, Haydn learned from his own experience. In
his early career, Haydn was subject to compositional deadlines, due to the demanding
whims of his employers, the Princes of the Eszterhzy family. As he became wealthy
and able to compose in a more leisurely manner, his works reflected a more intentional
style, with a gradual liberation from aristocratic deadlines and a movement toward a more
London at the Kings Theatre: his cantata for Soprano and Orchestra, Berenice, che fai
and his Symphony No. 104. The Scena di Berenice contains two dramatic recitatives and
two moving arias. Haydn was not exactly pleased with the performance of Brigida
Giorgi Banti, the seasons new opera star, (she sang scanty) but was very pleased with
the profits he made from the gala event. Haydn uses rapidly shifting tempi with angular
melodic lines that modulate into the arias full of sorrowful and tragic emotions. (Youens)
Lyrics:
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dir, che lamo; dir I shall say, that I love him; I shall say
Misera me, soscura il giorna, Unhappy me, the day is dark,
balena il ciel! The sky is full of lightning!
Lhanno irritato I miei meditati My deliberate perjuries have
spergiuri. irritated it.
Ahim! Lasciate chio soccorra il mio ben, Alas! Let me help my love,
babari Dei. cruel gods!
Voi mimpedite e intanto forse un colpo You hold me back, while, perhaps, an
Improvviso unexpected blow
Ah, sarete contenti; eccolo ucciso. Ah! You will be satisfied; see he is killed.
Aspetta, anima bella: ombre compagne a Wait, lovely soul: our shades shall go
Lete andrem, together to Lethe.
Se non potei salvarti, potr fedel if I could not save you, faithful, I shall be
able to
Ma tu mi quardi, e parti? Non partir! But you look at me, and go? Do not leave!
Aria: Aria:
Non partir, bellidol mio, Do not go, my handsome love,
per quellonda across that water
allaltra sponda to the other shore,
voglio anchio passar con te. I wish to cross with you.
Recitativo: Recitative:
Me infelice! Unhappy me!
Che fingo? Che ragiono? What am I pretending? What am I saying?
Dove rapita sono Where have I been carried
dal torrente crudel demiei martiri? by the cruel torrent of my sufferings?
Misera Berenice, Unhappy Berenice,
ah, tu deliri! ah! you are delirious!
(Mozart)
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Portrait by Carl Jger
I have never thought of writing for reputation and honor. What I have in my
heart must come out; that is the reason why I compose. (Moncur)
Op. 65
Composer:
Type:
Duration:
12 15 minutes
Libretto:
Classical
World Premiere:
Leipzig, Germany
Scoring:
violoncello, basso
Vocal Range
Bb2 Bb4
Tessitura:
E3 G4
Role:
Voice:
Soprano
Time:
Greek Mythology
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Place:
Skyros
Synopsis:
hides him there and dresses him as a girl because an oracle prophesied he would
die in Troy when he was a young man. While at Skyros, Achilles falls in love
with Deidamia, the Kings daughter and they have a son together. Odysseus, with
Phoenix and Nestor, come to Skyros to find Achilles, because they need him in
order to win the battle at Troy. Beethoven composed the piece that is Deidamias
Justification:
Recorded by:
Kirsten Flagstad, Birgit Nilsson, Aprile Milo, Regine Crespin, Eleanor Steber,
Historical Significance:
transition from the Classical to Romantic eras of musical history. His contributions to
form development include building on the conventional sonata form and motivic themes,
extending them, writing longer and much more ambitious movements. He redefined the
symphony, taking Haydns established four movement form and restructured it to sustain
genius, Beethovens compositions echoed his own personal torment and triumph, with
three distinct periods of musical creativity. In his early period, Beethoven emulated
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Mozart and Haydn in form and technique, while concurrently exploring new directions
and expansion of their accepted musical ideas. The middle period began shortly after
Beethovens personal crisis with deafness, and includes many of his most famous large-
scale works, namely No. 3-8 symphonies, and his only opera, Fidelio. Beethovens late
period began around 1816 and his works during this final stage reflect a highly personal
completed the scena and aria, Ah, perfido! for soprano and orchestra, op. 65. The
premiere of this work was performed the following November by Josepha Duschek, a
well-known soprano in her day. The first Viennese performance of this work was in
1808, in a very lengthy concert where Beethoven presented his 5th and 6th Symphonies, a
piano concerto, the Choral Fantasy, and several other works, including Ah, perfido! The
soprano, Josephine Killitschgy, was young and inexperienced and had an attack of nerves
during the performance, and did not sing well. The concert seemed fraught with mishaps
elements of fioratura are present in this powerful, yet poignant piece of vocal art. Today,
Ah, perfido! is considered a masterwork and a tour de force showpiece for any dramatic
soprano.
Lyrics:
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Ove sintese tirannia piu crudel? Where has one heard of more cruel
tyranny?
Va, scellerato! Va, pur fuggi da me, Go, scoundrel! Go, then flee from
me,
Lira deNumi non fuggirai! You will not escape the wrath of the
Gods!
Se ve giustizia in Ciel, se ve pieta, If there is justice in Heaven, if there
is pity,
Congiureranno a gara tutti a punirti! They will compete with each other to
punish you!
Ombra seguace, A spectre, following you,
Presente, ovunque vai, vedro le mie vendette; Present, wherever you go, I will see
my vengeance;
Io gia le godo immanginando; I already enjoy it in my imagination;
I fulmini ti veggo gia balenar dintorno. I already see the lightning flash
around you.
Ah no, ah no, fermate, vindici Dei, Ah no, ah no, stop, avenging Gods,
Risparmiate quel cor, ferite il mio! Spare that heart, wound mine!
Sei non e piu qual era sonio qual fui; Though he is no longer what he was,
I am still what I was;
Per lui vivea, voglio morir per lui! For him I lived, I want to die for
him!
Aria:
Per pieta, non dirmi addio, In pity, do not say to me goodbye,
Di te priva che faro? Of you deprived, what shall I do?
Tu lo sai, bellidol mio, You it know, beautiful-idol mine,
Io daffanno moriro. I of anguish will-die.
Ah crudel! Tu vuoi chio mora! Ah cruel-one! You want me to die!
Tu non hai pieta di me? Have you no pity for me?
Perche rendi a chi tadora Why do you render to the one who
adores you
Cosi barbara merce? Such barbarous reward?
Dite voi, se in tanto affanno Tell-me if in so-much anxiety
Non son degna di pieta? Am I not worthy of compassion?
(Mozart)
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Figure 4: Hector Berlioz (1803-1869) (Wikipedia)
Every composer knows the anguish and despair occasioned by forgetting ideas which
one had no time to write down. (ThinkExist)
Op. 7
Composer:
Hector Berlioz
Type:
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Duration:
32 minutes
Libretto:
Thophile Gautier
Publishers:
Romantic
World Premiere:
Unknown
Scoring:
Vocal Range:
G2 A4
Tessitura:
D3 F4
Voice:
Soprano
Synopsis:
Six poems of love and loss, set to melodies more operatic in nature; difficult
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Justification:
Recorded by:
Historical Significance:
expressive power of music to enhance the words, poetry, and personal experience. Most
of his music is based on the great dramatists and poets that inspired him, and he wrote no
toward music and literature as a child. He was 17 when his father sent him to Paris to
study medicine, but he found himself enchanted by Christoph Willibald von Gluck's
operas. It was then he decided to become a composer. The first love of his life was a
famous Shakespearean Irish actress, named Harriet Smithson. He was totally enamored,
but Ms. Smithson did not return his feelings; she was famous, and he was not. It wasnt
until after his first symphony (Symphonie fantastique), which actually reflected his
unrequited love for her, that she deemed him worthy of marriage. This first marriage
eventually failed, and when Harriet died in 1854 he married again, this time to a singer.
His last years were clouded by illness and disappointment, and his son, an officer in the
Merchant Marine, died in 1867 at the age of 33. This was a terrible blow, and with his
strength failing, and he died in Paris on March 8, 1869, at the age of 65. Berlioz, the
passionate, ardent, irrepressible genius of French Romanticism, left a rich and original
legacy which exerted a profound influence on nineteenth century music. (Hector Berlioz)
He composed this exquisite set of six songs in 1840-41. The songs in Les Nuits
Dt each have their own character, are very dramatic, and are often close to being that
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of an operatic aria, filled with contrasts, exciting freedom of movement, brooding
sadness, and spiritual exhilaration. Each song was composed or dedicated to a singer
Berlioz knew at the time, and today often are sung by more than one performer, as the
tessitura in each represents a particular difficulty and voice type. Above all, Berlioz's
music sounds unique; this composition includes abrupt contrasts, fluctuating dynamics,
and many changes in tempo. In his own words regarding this work:
" The prevailing qualities of my music are passionate expressiveness, inner fire, rhythmic
drive, and unexpectedness. To render my works properly requires a combination of
extreme precision and irresistible verve, a regulated vehemence, a dreamy tenderness,
and an almost morbid melancholy." (Dzvinochok)
Lyrics:
1) Villanelle Villanelle
Quand viendra la saison nouvelle, When the new season comes,
Quand auront disparu les froids, When the cold has gone,
Tous les deux nous irons, ma belle, We two will go, my sweet,
Pour cueillir le muguet au bois; To gather lilies-of-the-valley in the woods;
Sous nos pieds grenant les perles Scattering as we tread the pearls of dew
Que lon voit au matin trembler, We see quivering each morn,
Nous irons couter les merles Well go and hear the blackbirds
Siffler! Sing!
Loin, bien loin, garant nos courses, Far, far away well stray from our path,
Faisons fuir le lapin cach, Startling the rabbit from his hiding place
Et le daim au miroir des sources And the deer reflected in the spring,
Admirant son grand bois pench; Admiring his great lowered antlers;
Puis, chez nous, tout heureux, tout aises, Then home well go, serene and at ease,
En panier enlaant nos doigts, And entwining our fingers basket-like,
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Revenons rapport ant des fraises Well bring back home wild
Des bois! Strawberries!
O toi qui de ma mort fus cause, O you who brought about my death,
Sans que tu puisses le chasser, You shall be powerless to banish me:
Toutes les nuits mon spectre rose The rosy spectre which every night
ton chevet viendra danser. Will come to dance at your bedside.
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La blanche crature The pure white being
Est couche au cercueil. Lies in her coffin.
Comme dans la nature How everything in nature
Tout me parat en deuil! Seems to mourn!
La colombe oublie The forsaken dove
Pleure et songe labsent; Weeps, dreaming of its absent mate;
Mon me pleure et sent My soul weeps and feels
Quelle est dparille. Itself adrift.
Que mon sort est amer! How bitter is my fate!
Ah! Sans amour, sen aller sur la mer! Alas! To set sail loveless across the sea!
4) Absence Absence
Reviens, reviens, ma bien-aime! Return, return, my sweetest love!
Comme une fleur loin du soleil, Like a flower far from the sun,
La fleur de ma vie est ferme The flower of my life is closed
Loin de ton sourire vermeil! Far from your crimson smile!
Entre nos coeurs quelle distance! Such a distance between our hearts!
Tant despace entre nos baisers! So great a gulf between our kisses!
sort amer! dure absence! O bitter fate! O harsh absence!
grands dsirs inapaiss! O great unassuaged desires!
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5) Au cimetire At the cemetery
Connaissez-vous la blanche tombe Do you know the white tomb,
O flotte avec un son plaintif Where the shadow of a yew
Lombre dun if? Waves plaintively?
Sur lif, une ple colombe, On that yew a pale dove,
Triste et seule, au soleil couchant, Sad and solitary at sundown
Chante son chant; Sings its song;
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6) Lle inconnue The unknown isle
Dites, la jeune belle, Tell me, pretty young maid,
O voulez-vous aller? Where is it you would go?
La voile en-fle son aile, The sail is billowing,
La brise va souffler! The breeze about to blow!
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Figure 5: Richard Wagner (1813-1883) (Wikipedia)
Composer:
Richard Wagner
Type:
Duration:
16 minutes
Libretto:
Mathilde Wesendonck
Publishers:
Romantic
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World Premiere:
Scoring:
Vocal Range:
C3 Ab4
Tessitura:
E3 E4
Voice:
Synopsis:
Justification:
Recorded by:
Rgine Crespin, Kirsten Flagstad, Birget Nilsson, Aprile Millo, Jessye Norman,
Historical Significance:
If one had studied the childhood of Richard Wagner, his consequent stunning
career in composing theatrical operatic works might not come as surprising. When he
was fifteen, he wrote a grisly play where no less than twenty-seven characters were killed
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off before the end of the first act! He studied music in Leipzig and in Dresden where he
composed his first opera, Die Feen at the age of twenty. After marrying the actress,
Minna Planer, he found odd jobs as a conductor and composer, but was constantly in debt
and moved frequently. Rienzi was his first successful opera and this work established the
young composer as a force in the operatic world. Mythic texts were used as the basis for
his music; leit-motifs helped audiences recognize musical themes associated with
characters and his development of pageantry and orchestration as equal partners were
revolutionary. He changed the face of opera for all time; his Ring Cycle left many
stunned, some violently enthusiastic, and some totally confused. He was a musical
genius, a prolific writer, a German nationalist, and a controversial figure, but his music
will remain arguably, the most influential of the 19th century. (Seattle Opera)
Wesendonck, the wife of one of Wagners friends. Wagner and his 2nd wife, Minna, were
living in a small cottage on the Wesendonck estate, where Wagner was composing the
first act of Die Walkre. Speculation suggests that Mathilde and Wagner had a love
affair that directly influenced the intensity of his music composed during this time, and
was also the inspiration for his opera, Tristan und Isolde. The Romantic chromatic and
harmonic style which permeates this song cycle is recognized in later melodic and
musical ideas developed within Tristan und Isolde. The songs were first composed for
voice and piano alone, however, a fully orchestrated version of Trume was performed
for Mathilde under her window for her 29th birthday. Both versions are equally effective,
and The Wesendonck Lieder are widely performed and recorded today, and constitute a
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Lyrics:
Da, wo bang ein Herz in Sorgen So that, when an anxious heart in dread
Schmachtet vor der Welt verborgen, Is full of longing, hidden from the world;
Da, wo still es will verbluten, So that, when it wishes silently to bleed
Und vergehn in Trnenfluten, And melt away in a trickle of tears,
Ja, es stieg auch mir ein Engel nieder, Yes, an angel has come down to me,
Und auf leuchtendem Gefieder And on glittering wings
Fhrt er, ferne jedem Schmerz, it leads, far away from every pain,
Meinen Geist nun himmelwrts! My soul now heavenwards!
Wenn Aug' in Auge wonnig trinken, When one eye another drinks in bliss,
Seele ganz in Seele versinken; And one soul into another sinks,
Wesen in Wesen sich wiederfindet, One nature in another finds itself again,
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Und alles Hoffens Ende sich kndet, And when each hope's fulfillment is
finished,
Die Lippe verstummt in staunendem When the lips are mute in astounded
Schweigen, silence,
Keinen Wunsch mehr will das Innre And no wish more does the heart invent,
zeugen:
Erkennt der Mensch des Ew'gen Spur, Then man recognizes the sign of Eternity,
Und lst dein Rtsel, heil'ge Natur! And solves your riddle, holy Nature!
Schweigend neiget ihr die Zweige, Silently you bend your branches,
Malet Zeichen in die Luft, Draw signs in the air,
Und der Leiden stummer Zeuge And the mute witness to your anguish
Steiget aufwrts, ser Duft. A sweet fragrance - rises.
Wohl, ich wei es, arme Pflanze; I know well, poor plants,
Ein Geschicke teilen wir, A fate that we share,
Ob umstrahlt von Licht und Glanze, Though we bathe in light and radiance,
Unsre Heimat ist nicht hier! Our homeland is not here!
Und wie froh die Sonne scheidet And how gladly the sun departs
Von des Tages leerem Schein, From the empty gleam of the day,
Hllet der, der wahrhaft leidet, He veils himself, he who suffers truly,
Sich in Schweigens Dunkel ein. In the darkness of silence.
4) Schmerzen Sorrows
Sonne, weinest jeden Abend Sun, each evening you weep
Dir die schnen Augen rot, Your pretty eyes red,
Wenn im Meeresspiegel badend When, bathing in the mirror of the sea
Dich erreicht der frhe Tod; You are seized by early death.
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Doch erstehst in alter Pracht, Yet you rise in all your splendor,
Glorie der dstren Welt, Glory of the gloomy world,
Du am Morgen neu erwacht, Newly awakening in the morning
Wie ein stolzer Siegesheld! Like a proud, victorious hero!
Ach, wie sollte ich da klagen, Ah, why should I then lament,
Wie, mein Herz, so schwer dich sehn, Why, my heart, are you so heavy,
Mu die Sonne selbst verzagen, If the sun itself must despair,
Mu die Sonne untergehn? If the sun must set?
Und gebieret Tod nur Leben, And if Death gives rise only to Life,
Geben Schmerzen Wonne nur: And pain gives way only to bliss,
O wie dank ich, da gegeben O how thankful I am, that
Solche Schmerzen mir Natur! Nature gives me such anguish!
5) Trame Dreams
Sag, welch wunderbare Trume Tell me, what kind of wondrous dreams
Halten meinen Sinn umfangen, are embracing my senses,
Da sie nicht wie leere Schume that have not, like sea-foam,
Sind in des Nichts vergangen? vanished into desolate Nothingness?
Trume, die in jeder Stunde, Dreams, that with each passing hour,
Jedem Tage schner blhn, each passing day, bloom fairer,
Und mit ihrer Himmelskunde and with their heavenly tidings
Selig durchs Gemte ziehn! roam blissfully through my heart!
Trume, die wie hehre Strahlen Dreams which, like holy rays of light
In die Seele sich versenken, sink into the soul,
Dort ein ewig Bild zu malen: there to paint an eternal image:
Allvergessen, Eingedenken! forgiving all, thinking of only One.
Trume, wie wenn Frhlingssonne Dreams which, when the Spring sun
Aus dem Schnee die Blten kt, kisses the blossoms from the snow,
Da zu nie geahnter Wonne so that into unsuspected bliss
Sie der neue Tag begrt, they greet the new day,
Da sie wachsen, da sie blhen, so that they grow, so that they bloom,
Trumed spenden ihren Duft, and dreaming, bestow their fragrance,
Sanft an deiner Brust verglhen, these dreams gently glow and fade on
your breast,
Und dann sinken in die Gruft. and then sink into the grave.
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Figure 6: Ernest Chausson (1855-1899) (Wikipedia)
I have the presentiment that my life must be short. I would not want to die without
having created something. (Duchen)
Op. 19
Composer:
Ernest Chausson
Type:
Duration:
31 minutes
Libretto:
Maurice Boucher
Publishers:
40
Musical Time Period:
Romantic
World Premiere:
Brussels
1893
Scoring:
Not available
Vocal Range:
Db3 Ab4
Tessitura:
F3-F4
Voice:
High
Synopsis:
Exquisitely orchestrated, this two poem piece is filled with gently flowing, highly
Justification:
Recorded by:
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Historical Significance:
Ernest Chausson was killed when he was only forty-four; a man who had five
children, a happy marriage, wealth, education, culture, and talent. He had only just begun
to pursue the artistic fulfillment he craved; his compositional life was full of self-doubt
and self-criticism, always struggling with his own perfectionistic tendencies. His
inherited fortune enabled him to host other like-minded artists: Debussy, Faur, Renoir,
Monet, and Degas, where topics of music, visual art, politics, and history were discussed.
Studying under Jules Massenet and Csar Franck, Chaussons musical genius blossomed,
but because of his personal fears and struggles with composition, very few works are his
exquisitely and irresistibly beautiful, creating images and sensations that reflect so
perfectly this poignant text. This stunning tone poem has three main movements with
Lyrics:
I
Lair est plein dune odeur exquise de lilas The air is filled will the exquisite
scent of lilac
Qui, fleurissant du haut des murs jusquau bas, which, flowering from the top of the
walls to the bottom,
Embaument les cheveux des femme. Perfumes the womens hair.
La mer au grand soleil va toute sembraser, The whole sea goes to the great sun
to be set aglow,
Et sur le sable fin quelles viennent baiser and, over the fine sand which they
come to kiss,
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Roulent dblouissantes lames. Dazzling waves roll.
O ciel qui de ses yeux dois porter la couleur, Oh sky which has to wear the colour
of her eyes,
Brise qui vas chanter dans les lilas en fleur breeze which goes to sing in the
lilacs in bloom
Pour en sortir toute embaume, so as to come out of them all
scented,
Ruisseaux qui mouillerez sa robe, o verts sentiers, streams which will moisten her
dress, or green paths,
Vous qui tressaillerez souls ses chers petits pieds, you who tremble beneath her dear
little feet,
Faites-moi voir ma bien-aime! Let me see my beloved!
II
Et mon Coeur sest lev par ce matin det And my heart arose on this summers
morning;
Car une belle enfant tait sur le ravage, for a beautiful girl was on the beach,
Laissant errer sur moi des yeux pleins de clart, letting eyes full of brightness wander
over me,
Et qui me souriait un air tender et sauvage. And which smiled to me with a
tender and wild expression.
Toi que transfiguraient la jeunesse et lamour, You whom youth and love
transfigured,
Tu mapparus alors come lme des choses; you appeared to me like the soul of
all things;
Mon Coeur vola vers toi, tu le pris sans retour, my heart flew towards you, you took
it forever,
Et du ciel entrouvert pleuvaient sur nous roses. And roses rained upon us from the
part-opened sky.
III
Quel son lamentable et sauvage What mournful and wild sound
Va sonner lheure de ladieu! Wills sound the hour of farewell!
La mer roule sur le ravage, The sea rolls over the beach,
Moqueuse, et se souciant peu teasing, and hardly concerning itself
Que se soit lheure de ladieu. That it is the hour of farewell.
Des oiseaux passent, laile ouverte, Birds pass by, wings outspread,
Sur labme Presque joyeux; nearly joyful over the deep;
Au grand soleil la me rest verte, in the full sun the sea is green,
Et je saigne silencieux and, silent, I bleed
En regardant briller les cieux. Looking at the heavens shining.
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Je saigne en regardant ma vie I bleed as I look at my life
Qui va sloigner sur les flots; about to depart over the waves;
Mon me unique mest ravie my very soul is taken from me
Et la somber clameur des flots and the deep clamour of the waves
Couvre le bruit de mes sanglots. Covers the sound of my sobs.
La mort de lamour The death of love
IV
Bientt lle bleue et joyeuse Soon the blue and joyful isle
Parmi les rocs mapparatra: will appear to me among the rocks:
Lle sur leau silencieuse the isle will float upon the silent
water
Comme un nnuphar flottera. Like a water-lily.
V
Le vent roulait les feuilles mortes; me penses The wind rolled the dead leaves; my
thoughts
Roulaient comme les feuilles mortes, dans la nuit. Rolled like the dead leaves, in the
night.
Jamais si doucement au ciel noir navaient lui Never had the thousands of golden
roses, from which
Les milles roses dor dou tombent les roses. Fall the dews, sparkled so softly in
the black sky.
Une danse effrayante, et les feuilles froisses, A terrifying dance, and the crumpled
leaves
Et qui rendaient us son mtalique, valsaient, which gave out a metallic sound,
waltzed,
Semblaient gmir sous les toiles, et disaient seemed to moan beneath the stars,
and told of
Linexprimable horreur des amours trpasses. The inexpressible horror of the dead
loves.
Les grands htres dargent que la lune baisait The great silver beaches which the
moon kissed
taient des specters: moi, tout mon sang se glaait were ghosts: me, all my blood froze
En voyant mon aime estrangement sourir. Upon seeing my beloved smiling
strangely.
Comme des front de morts nos fronts avaient pli, Our brows had paled like the brows
of the dead,
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Et, muet, me penchant vers elles, je us lire and, silent, leaning towards her, I
was able to read
Ce mot fatal crit dans ses grands yeux: Loubli. That fatal word written in her large
eyes: oblivion.
VI
Le temps des lilas et le temps des roses The season for lilac and the season
for roses
Ne reviendra plus ce printemps ci; will not come back again to this
spring;
Le temps des lilas et le temps des roses the season for lilac and the season
for roses
Est pass, le temps des oeillets aussi. Is passed, the season for carnations
too.
Oh! joyeux et doux printemps de lanne Oh! Joyful and sweet springtime of
the year
Qui vins, lan pass, nous ensoleiller, which came, last year, to light us
with its sunshine,
Notre fleur damour est si bien fane, our flower of love is so withered,
Las! que ton baiser ne peut lveiller! alas, that your kiss cannot awaken it!
Et toi, que fais-tu? pas de fleurs closes, And you, what are you doing? No
flowers in bloom,
Point de gai soleil ni dombrages frais; no happy sun nor cool shade;
Le temps des lilas et le temps des roses the season for the lilac and the
season for roses
Avec notre amour est mort jamais. With our love has died forever.
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1900 1950
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Figure 7: Maurice Ravel (1875 1937) (Wikipedia)
We should always remember that sensitiveness and emotion constitute the real content
of a work of art. (BrainyQuote)
Schhrazade (1903)
Op. 35
Composer:
Maurice Ravel
Type:
Duration:
14 minutes
Libretto:
Publishers:
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Musical Time Period:
20th Century
World Premiere:
Paris, France
Scoring:
Vocal Range:
C#3 Bb4
Tessitura:
E3 E4
Voice:
Soprano
Synopsis:
These poems have a sense of longing for the sensual, exotic Far East
Justification:
Recorded by:
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Historical Significance:
Maurice Ravel, born on March 7, 1875, was a French composer and pianist,
mostly known for his subtlety, innovative harmonies, and richness of tone color in his
orchestral compositions. One of the six Apaches (self-named group of young artists
with a penchant for wildness), Ravel was a piano major at the Conservatoire de Paris, and
studied for fourteen years with Gabriel Faur. A scandal ensued when Ravel, the known
favorite, was not chosen as the winner of the Prix de Rome, a competition for
composition, and the director of the Conservatory at the time had to resign. Along with
Debussy, Ravel became known for his impressionistic music, but declared the greatest
influences on his writing were Mozart and Couperin, with their classical forms and
structures. He was also highly influenced by the musical elements of Asian and Russian
music, Eastern European folk songs, and American Jazz. He never married, and in 1932
had a traffic accident that left him unable to continue his prolific musical output. He
never fully recovered and in 1937 had a neuro-operation which failed and he soon died.
(Wikipedia)
Ravels Schhrazade, the song cycle, was composed immediately after Ravels
friend and writer, Lon Leclre, (pen name Tristan Klingsor) published his Schhrazade,
a work of poetry, in 1903. Using three of the poems, Ravel created an extraordinary
work which was very successful in its premiere on May 17, 1903. He had always felt the
Orient had a sensual allure and created music to reflect the exotic texts. Greatly
with whole-tone or pentatonic scales which can evoke an exotic sound. However, his
instrumentation and skill in the manipulation of modality and classic form, allow us to
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hear his own voice. Careful adherence to the text throughout, supported with muted and
Lyrics:
Asie Asia
Asie, Asie. Asie! Asia, Asia, Asia!
Vieux pays merveilleux des contes de nourrice Ancient, marvelous lands of nursery
tales
O dort la fantaisie comme une impratrice Where imagination sleeps like an
empress
En sa fort emplie de mystre. In her forest, surrounded in mystery.
Asie: Asia:
Je voudrais m'en aller avec la golette I should like to leave with the
schooner
Qui se berce ce soir dans le port, Rocking tonight in the habor,
Mystrieuse et solitaire, Mysterious and alone,
Et qui dploie enfin ses voiles violettes And at last unfurling purple sails
Comme un immense oiseau de nuit dans le ciel d'or. Like an huge night bird in the
golden sky.
Je voudrais m'en aller vers des les de fleurs I should like to leave for the flower
islands
En coutant chanter la mer perverse Listening to the perverse ocean sing
Sur un vieux rythme ensorceleur. To an old, bewitching rhythm.
Je voudrais voir Damas et les villes de Perse I should like to see Damascus and
the cities of Persia
Avec les minarets lgers dans l'air. With light minarets in the air.
Je voudrais voir de beaux turbans de soie I should like to see beautiful silk
turbans
Sur des visages noirs aux dents claires; Over dark faces with shining teeth;
Je voudrais voir des yeux sombres d'amour I should like to see eyes darkened
with love
Et des prunelles brillantes de joie And pupils shining with joy
Et des paux jaunes comme des oranges; Against skins golden as oranges;
Je voudrais voir des vtements de velours I should like to see velvet clothes
Et des habits longues franges. And robes with long fringes.
Je voudrais voir des calumets entre des bouches I should like to see pipes in mouths
Tout entoures de barbe blanche; Surrounded by white beards;
Je voudrais voir d'pres marchands I should like to see grasping
merchants aux regards louches, with shady looks,
Et des cadis, et des vizirs And cadis and viziers,
Qui du seul mouvement de leur doigt qui se penche Who with a mere crook of the finger
Accordent vie ou mort au gr de leur dsir. Dispense life or death at will.
Je voudrais voir la Perse, et l'Inde, et puis la Chine, I should like to see Persia, and India,
and then China,
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Les mandarins ventrus sous les ombrelles, Pot-bellied mandarins under
umbrellas,
Et les princesses aux mains fines, And princesses of slender hands
Et les lettrs qui se querrellent And scholars arguing
Sur la posie et sur la beaut; Over poetry and beauty;
Je voudrais m'attarder au palais enchant I should like to linger in the
enchanted palace
Et comme un voyageur tranger And, like a foreign traveller,
Contemple loisir des paysages peints Contemplate at leisure painted
landscapes
Sur des toffes en des cadres de sapin On fabrics in pine-wood frames
Avec un personnage au milieu d'un verger; With a figure in the middle of an
orchard;
Je voudrais voir des assassins souriants I should like to see assassins smiling
Du bourreau qui coupe un cou d'innocent As the executioner cuts off an
innocent head
Avec son grand sabre courb d'Orient. With his great curved oriental saber.
Je voudrais voir des pauvres et des reines; I should like to see paupers and
queens;
Je voudrais voir des roses et du sang; I should like to see roses and blood;
Je voudrais voir mourir d'amour ou bien de haine. I should like to see dying of love or
of hate.
Et puis m'en revenir plus tard And then return
Narrer mon aventure aux curieux de rves To recount my adventures to those
curious of dreams,
En levant comme Sinbad ma vieille tasse arabe Raising, like Sinbad, my old Arab
cup
De temps en temps jusqu' mes lvres From time to time to my lips
Pour interrompre le conte avec art. . . . To interrupt the tale, artfully.
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Figure 8: Gustavus Theodor von Holst (1874 1934) (Wikipedia)
Never compose anything, unless the not composing of it becomes a positive nuisance to
you. (Amacher)
Op. 18/H. 71
Composer:
Gustav Holst
Type:
Duration:
21 minutes
Libretto:
Walt Whitman: The poem, The Mystic Trumpeter, From Noon to Starry Night
Publishers:
52
Musical Time Period:
20th Century
World Premiere:
London, England
Queens Hall
Scoring:
3 flutes (3=piccolo), 2 oboes, English horn, 2 clarinets in Bb, bass clarinet in Bb,
harp, strings
Vocal Range:
B2 C5
Tessitura:
E3 F4
Voice:
Soprano
Synopsis:
Walt Whitmans 3rd poem out of 22, from his 32nd book entitled From Noon to
Starry Night in Leaves of Grass, reflecting the relationship between Man and
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Justification:
Recording:
Ms. Rutter sings Abigaille from Verdis Nabucco, Tosca from Puccinis
Historical Significance:
Gustav Holst was born in England in 1874 and began piano lessons at an early
age. He was stricken with a nerve condition that prohibited his playing and studied the
trombone instead. While attending the Royal College of Music in London, he met a life-
long friend, fellow classmate and composer, Ralph Vaughan Williams. Old English folk
songs, madrigal singers, and simplicity of melody were used as elements in each of their
subsequent song writing. During Holsts years there, he became interested in socialism,
and Indian mysticism and spirituality, which influenced his later music. Depressed at not
recommendation he visited Algeria and his travels in that country and others inspired
many following works, including his most famous, The Planets Suite. His later years
were plagued with stomach problems and after surgery, succumbed to complications. He
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One of the poets to influence Holsts life was Walt Whitman. The Mystic
The poem has to do with Mans relationship to Spirituality and the Infinite and was an
exciting vehicle for Holst to try his hand at creating a masterpiece of vocal and
instrumental cohesiveness. An early work, his ecstatic musical language and texture
firmly reflect the exultant, youthful text and the result is an exciting, dramatic piece.
(Lace)
Lyrics:
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Arm'd knights go forth to redress wrongs, some in quest of the holy Graal;
I see the tournament, I see the contestants incased in heavy armor
seated on stately champing horses,
I hear the shouts, the sounds of blows and smiting steel;
I see the Crusaders' tumultuous armies--hark, how the cymbals clang,
Lo, where the monks walk in advance, bearing the cross on high.
5
Blow again trumpeter! and for thy theme,
Take now the enclosing theme of all, the solvent and the setting,
Love, that is pulse of all, the sustenance and the pang,
The heart of man and woman all for love,
No other theme but love--knitting, enclosing, all-diffusing love.
O how the immortal phantoms crowd around me!
I see the vast alembic ever working, I see and know the flames that
heat the world,
The glow, the blush, the beating hearts of lovers,
So blissful happy some, and some so silent, dark, and nigh to death;
Love, that is all the earth to lovers--love, that mocks time and space,
Love, that is day and night--love, that is sun and moon and stars,
Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume,
No other words but words of love, no other thought but love.
6
Blow again trumpeter--conjure war's alarums.
Swift to thy spell a shuddering hum like distant thunder rolls,
Lo, where the arm'd men hasten--lo, mid the clouds of dust the glint
of bayonets,
I see the grime-faced cannoneers, I mark the rosy flash amid the
smoke, I hear the cracking of the guns;
Nor war alone--thy fearful music-song, wild player, brings every
sight of fear,
The deeds of ruthless brigands, rapine, murder--I hear the cries for help!
I see ships foundering at sea, I behold on deck and below deck the
terrible tableaus.
7
O trumpeter, methinks I am myself the instrument thou playest,
Thou melt'st my heart, my brain--thou movest, drawest, changest
them at will;
And now thy sullen notes send darkness through me,
Thou takest away all cheering light, all hope,
I see the enslaved, the overthrown, the hurt, the opprest of the
whole earth,
I feel the measureless shame and humiliation of my race, it becomes
all mine,
Mine too the revenges of humanity, the wrongs of ages, baffled feuds
and hatreds,
Utter defeat upon me weighs--all lost--the foe victorious,
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(Yet 'mid the ruins Pride colossal stands unshaken to the last,
Endurance, resolution to the last.)
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Now trumpeter for thy close,
Vouchsafe a higher strain than any yet,
Sing to my soul, renew its languishing faith and hope,
Rouse up my slow belief, give me some vision of the future,
Give me for once its prophecy and joy.
O glad, exulting, culminating song!
A vigor more than earth's is in thy notes,
Marches of victory--man disenthral'd--the conqueror at last,
Hymns to the universal God from universal man--all joy!
A reborn race appears--a perfect world, all joy!
Women and men in wisdom innocence and health--all joy!
Riotous laughing bacchanals fill'd with joy!
War, sorrow, suffering gone--the rank earth purged--nothing but joy left!
The ocean fill'd with joy--the atmosphere all joy!
Joy! joy! in freedom, worship, love! joy in the ecstasy of life!
Enough to merely be! enough to breathe!
Joy! joy! all over joy!
(Holst)
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Figure 9: Alban Maria Johannes Berg (1885 1935) (Alban Berg)
Music is at once the product of feeling and knowledge, for it requires from its disciples,
composers and performers alike, not only talent and enthusiasm, but also that knowledge
and perception which are the result of protracted study and reflection. (BrainyQuote)
Composer:
Alban Berg
Type:
Song Cycle
Duration:
17 minutes
Libretto:
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4) Taumgekrnt Rainer Maria Rilke
Publishers:
20th Century
World Premiere:
November 6, 1928
Scoring:
Vocal Range:
C3 A4
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Tessitura:
D3 F4
Voice:
Soprano
Synopsis:
Justification:
Recorded by:
Historical Significance:
Alban Berg was a terrible student; he had to repeat two separate years of high
school before he could finally graduate. He also became a father at the age of seventeen.
His life took a major turn when he and Anton Webern, signed up for composition lessons
with Arnold Schoenberg, after seeing an add in a newspaper for new pupils. Berg
brought some thirty songs he had already composed to Schoenberg, and many more
Lieder were added during their relationship which lasted for over six years. During this
time in the Second Viennese School (Haydn, Mozart, and Beethoven comprising the
First), Berg learned the traditional principles of composing music with an emphasis on
change the focus of tonality in music to extended atonality and absence of the major-
minor system. Berg adapted the use of Schoenbergs twelve tone row or set, and devised
Wozzeck, and Lulu, have themes of social criticism, and are atonal, using elaborate leit-
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motifs. In 1935, at the height of his artistic production, Alban Berg died on Christmas
Eve, apparently from blood poisoning caused by an insect bite. (Alban Berg)
The Seven Early Songs were chosen by Berg out of the many Lieder he composed
during the years with Schoenberg. In 1928 he reassembled and brilliantly orchestrated
them into the work that is performed today. Because they are compositions from his
musically formative years, influences by Brahms, Strauss, Wagner and Schoenberg can
Lyrics:
1) Nacht Night
Dmmern Wolken ber Nacht und Tal, Twilight clouds the valleys night,
Nebel schweben, Wasser rauschen sacht. Mists hover, waters whisper,
Nun entschleiert sichs mit einmal: Now the veil is lifted quite:
O gib acht! Gib acht! Oh, pay heed, pay heed!
Weites Wunderland ist aufgetan. A magic landscape opens wide.
Silbern ragen Berge traumhaft gross, Dream-high the silver mountains
stand,
stille Pfade silberlicht talan Toward the valley silent silver paths
aus verborgnem Schloss; Lead from a secret land.
Und die hehre Welt so traumhaft rein. Noble, pure, the dreaming country
sleeps.
Stummer Buchenbaum am Wege steht By the path stands the black shadow
schattenschwarz, ein Hauch vom fernen Hain Of a beech; a breath from distant
lonely
einsam leise weht. Groves is wafted.
Und aus tiefen Grundes Dsterheit From the valleys darkest depth
blinken Lichter auf in stummer Nacht. Little lights blink in the silent night.
Trinke Seele! Trinke Einsamkeit! Drink, oh my soul, of solitude!
O gib acht! Gib acht! Oh, pay heed, pay heed!
Carl Hauptmann
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und es klaget und es flstert, ever moaning, ever sighing,
dass ich weinen, weinen soll. Telling me to weep for thee.
Und ich mein, ich hre wehen And it seems the breezes blowing
leise deiner Stimme Klang, in the air your voice retain,
und in Weiher untergehen and the water, scarcely flowing,
deinen lieblichen Gesang. Brings your song to me again.
Nikolaus Lenau
Theodor Sturm
5) Im Zimmer Indoors
Herbstsonnenschein. Der liebe Abend blickt so Autumn sunset. The tender night
still herein. Peers in.
Ein Feuerlein rot knistert im Ofenloch und loht. A tiny fire crackles and glows.
So! Mein Kopf auf deinen Knien, so ist mir gut. So, my head upon your knee, and all
is well.
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Wenn mein Auge so in deinem ruht, wie leise die When my eyes thus in yours rest,
how softly
Minuten ziehn. the minutes flee.
Johannes Schlaf
Paul Hohenberg
Translations by Eric Smith (Seven Early Songs)
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Photo by Florence Homolka 1948
Erwartung (1909)
Op. 17
Composer:
Arnold Schoenberg
Type:
Duration:
31 minutes
Libretto:
Marie Pappenheim
Publishers:
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Musical Time Period:
20th Century
World Premiere:
Prague
June 6, 1924
Scoring:
percussion, strings
Vocal Range:
G2 B4
Tessitura:
D3 G4
Role:
Woman
Voice:
Soprano
Time:
Night
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Place:
Forest
Synopsis:
4 different Scenes:
Scene 1 Woman enters the forest in search of her lover, becomes terrified of the
Scene 2 she is deep in the woods, lost and and alone and frightened.
Scene 4 she comes to a larger clearing, exhausted, with a torn dress and face and
hands scratched and bloody. She sees a house and thinks her lover might have
gone there with another woman. She stumbles against her lovers murdered,
bloody body. The rest of the scene is a psychological drama that explores the
Justification:
Performed by:
Historical Significance:
musical elements in creating music. In his early years, he took counterpoint lessons with
the composer Alexander von Zemlinsky, and in his twenties, made a living by
orchestrating and composing. Gustav Mahler and Richard Strauss both recognized the
talent in Schoenberg and Mahler adopted him as a protg. His wife, Mathilde, left him
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for a time, and this emotional upheaval in his life reflected in his writing; he began to
take a radical approach to composition. Believing the evolvement of music had reached a
developed the 12 tone row, a system of writing music where each of the twelve notes had
equal value in the composition, resulting in an atonal work with no key center. This
method of composition produced works that were so radical in sound that the public
divided into two camps; those who thought the new method was revolutionary and
innovative, and those who thought the new method was creating noise on paper. Whether
this new technique was well received or not, his idea was ground-breaking and
Schoenberg shared his ideas with other like-minded composers, including Alban Berg
and Anton Webern, in their Second Viennese School. He continued composing with
his new methods and in 1933, immigrated to Paris and then to the United States where he
was to live the rest of his life, teaching in Los Angeles, California. (Wikipedia)
orchestra, which was unlike anything ever written before. The libretto was written
especially for Schoenberg by Marie Pappenheim and he, upon receiving it, wrote the 30
minute piece in just 17 days. This psychological thriller includes explicit dramatic
piece was first performed 15 years later. It employs a large orchestra and according to
John L. Church (Opera World, 2001), the music is lush, strident, abrasive, soothing,
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Lyrics:
Expectation
Scene I
Into here? The road cant be seenHow silver the tree trunks shimmer like
birchesOh, our gardenThe flowers for him are surely witheredThe night is so
warm I am afraid What a heavy air strikes from the woodlike a storm standing
still So dreadfully quiet and empty But here it is at least brightThe moon was so
bright beforeOh! always still the cricket with its love songDont speakit is so
sweet near you The moon is in the dusk Coward you are dont you want to seek
him? So then die hereHow menacing the stillness isThe moon is full of
horrordoes it look inside? I alone into the gloomy shadowI want to sing, then he
will hear me
Scene II
Is this still the road? Here it is levelWhat?...Let go! No, it was something that
crawledAnd here alsoWho is touching me? AwayAway, just keep goingfor
Gods sakeNow, the road is wideit was so quiet behind the walls of the gardenNo
scythes any moreno calling and goingAnd the city in luminous mistso longingly I
gazed acrossAnd the sky so immeasurably deep above the road which you always take
to mestill more transparent and more distantthe evening colorsBut you have not
come. Who is weeping there? Is someone here? Is someone here? NothingBut there
wasNow it is rustling overheadIt strikes from branch to branchIt is coming upon
meNot here! Let me goLord God, help meIt was nothingBut fast, but fastOh,
ohwhat is that? A bodyNo, only a tree trunk
Scene III
There comes a light!...Ah! only the moonHow goodThere something black is
dancinghundred handsDont be foolishit is the shadowOh! how your shadow
falls upon the white wallsBut so soon you must goAre you calling? And it is so
long till eveningBut the shadow does creep!...Yellow, wide eyesSo outgushingas
if on stalksHow it glaresNo beast, dear God, no beastI am so much
afraidBeloved, my beloved, help me
Scene IV
Neither is he hereUpon the whole, long roadway not a living thingand no
soundThe broad pale fields are without breath, as if deadno blade is movingStill
the city and this pale moonNo cloud, not the wing shadow of a night bird in the
skythis boundless death pallorI can hardly go furtherAnd there they do not let me
inThe strange woman will chase me awayIf he be illA bench I must restBut
for so long I have not seen himNo, this is not the shadow of the benchSomeone is
thereHe does not breatheMoistSomething is flowing hereIt shines redAh, my
hands are torn with woundsNo, it is still wet, it is from thereI cannotThat is
heThe moonlight no, there, There is the dreadful headthe ghostIf it would only
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disappear at last.like that in the woodA tree shadow, a ridiculous branchThe moon
is malicious, because it is bloodless, it paints red blood But it will melt away at
onceDont look at itDont notice itIt will surely dissolvelike that in the
woodI want to get awayI must find himIt must be late alreadyIt is no longer
thereI knewIt is still thereLord God in Heaven It is aliveIt has
skineyeshairHis eyesit has his mouthYouyouare you itI have looked
for you so longin the wood and Do you hear? Speak at last Look at meLord
God, what isHelpFor Gods sake quickbut doesnt anyone hear me?...he lies
there
Wake upJust wake upDo not be deadmy belovedOnly do not be deadI love
you so. Our room is half liteverything is waiting the flowers give off a powerful
fragranceWhat should I dowhat should I only do, that he awake? Your dear
handSo cold? Does it not become warm at my breast? My heart is so hot from
waitingThe night is soon overYet you wanted to be with me this night. Oh! it is
broad dayAre you staying by day with me? The sun glows upon usyour hands lie
upon meyour kissesyou are mineyouJust look at me, beloved, I lie beside
youSo just look at meAh! How rigidHow frightful your eyes areThree days you
have not been to meBut todayso sureThe evening was so full of peaceI kept
looking and waitingOver the garden wall towards youit is so lowAnd then we
both waveNo, noit is not trueHow can you be dead? Everywhere you livedJust
now in the woodyour voice so near to my earAlways, always you were with
meyour breath upon my cheekyour hand upon my hairNot trueit is not true?
Yet your mouth just curved under my kissesYour blood even now is trickling with
gentle beatYour blood is still aliveOh! the broad red streakThe heart they have
hitI want to kiss itwith my last breathto let you go no moreTo look into your
eyesAll light, indeed, came from your eyesI grew dizzy, when I looked upon
youNow kissing you I kiss myself to death.
But so strange your eye is Where are you looking? Then what are you seeking? Is
someone standing there? But how was it the last time?...Was not that also then in your
look? No, only so distractedorand suddenly you took hold of yourselfAnd for
three days you were not with me no timeSo often you have not had time in these last
monthsNo, that really is not possiblethat really isAh! Now I rememberthe sigh
in half-sleeplike a nameyou kissed the question away from my lipsBut why did he
promise me to come today? I will not have itno, I will notWhy did they kill you?
Here before the houseDid someone discover you? No, no,my only
sweetheartnot thatOh, the moon staggersI cannot seeJust look at meAgain
you are looking there? Where is she thenthe witch the hussythe woman with the
white armsOh, you do love them, the white armshow you kiss them redOh,
youyouyou wretch, you liaryouHow your eyes evade me! Do you cringe for
shame? Have embraced her? Yes?...so tenderly and avidlyand I waitedWhere did
she run, when you lay in blood?...I want to drag her here by her white armssoThere
is no place here for meOh! not even the grace that I may die with youHow dearly,
how dearly I have loved youFar from all things I livedstrange to everythingI knew
nothing but youthis whole yearsince you took my hand for the first timeoh, so
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warmnever before did I love anyone soYour smile and your talkI loved you so
dearlyMy sweetheartmy only darlinghave you kissed her often?...while I was
dying of longing. Have you loved her very much? Do not say yesYou smile
painfullyPerhaps you have also sufferedperhaps your heart called after herWas it
your fault?...Oh, I cursed youbut your pity made me happyI believedwas in
bliss
Beloved, beloved, the morning comeswhat should I do here alone?...In this endless
lifein this dream without limits and colorsfor my limit was the spot at which you
wereand all colors of the world burst forth from your eyesThe light will come for
allbut I alone in my night?...The morning parts usalways the morningSo hard you
kiss at partingagain an eternal day of waitingOh but you will awake no
moreThousand people march byI do not perceive youAll are livingtheir eyes
flameWhere are you? It is darkyour kiss like a fiery sign in my nightmy lips burn
and gleamtowards youOh, are you here? I was seeking
(Stanley)
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Photo by Edward Morgan 1974
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness
and of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied
love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony. (ThinkExist)
Op. 8
Composer:
Benjamin Britten
Type:
Duration:
27 minutes
Libretto:
Publishers:
20th Century
World Premiere:
Norwich, England
Scoring:
2 fl (II=picc), 2 ob (II=ca), cl in B flat (=A), cl in E flat (=bass cl), alto sax, 2 bn-4
hn, 2 tpt in C, 2 trbn, bass trbn, tuba-timp, 2 perc (sd, td, cymb, bd, xyl, trgl,
tamb)-harp-str
Vocal Range:
G2 B4
Tessitura:
D3 A4
Voice:
Soprano
Justification:
Extremely low and high range; voice part must sustain difficult top tessitura with
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Historical Significance:
Of the 20th century operas composed in the last 100 years, only a hand-full are
performed regularly. Benjamin Britten is regarded as one of those composers who have
combined all the elements of modern musical thinking into creating powerful artistic
conceptions that still have audience appeal. Benjamin Britten was born in 1913 and
started composing when he was five. He had the luxury of having supportive parents
who encouraged his musical expression and was only 31 when his first opera, Peter
Grimes, was produced. His music is a mixture of diatonic tonality with modal and
chromatic effects and orchestral color with musical elements which he uses to associate
certain motives, chords, keys, collections of pitches, timbres, etc. with characters, groups,
deep human emotions, physical imagery, and even humor. These works have a directness
of message and language which grip the imagination. This composers originality of
work allowed him to express values, concepts, and ideas in music as well. (White, 13,
112, 117)
Britten called this composition his real Opus One. Poetry such as this that
reflected his own feelings regarding mans inhumanity to man would become a recurring
theme in his later operas. Very difficult to sing and as challenging to play, this work is a
Lyrics:
Prologue
They are our past and our future; the poles between which our desire unceasingly is
discharged. A desire in which love and hatred so perfectly oppose themselves, that we
cannot voluntarily move, but await the extraordinary compulsion of the deluge and the
earthquake.
Their affections and indifferences have been a guide to all reformers and tyrants.
Their appearances in our dreams of machinery have brought a vision of nude and
fabulous epochs.
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O pride so hostile to our charity.
Bur what their pride has retained we may by charity more generously recover.
A) Rats Away!
I command all the rats that are hereabout
That none dwell in this place, within or without:
Through the virue of Jesus that Mary bore,
Whom all creatures must ever adore;
And through the virtue of Mark, Matthew, Luke and John,
All four Archangels that are as one;
Through the virue of Saint Gertrude, that maid clean,
God grant in grace
That no rats dwell in the place
That these names were uttered in;
And through the virtue of Saint Kasi,
That holy man who prayed to God Almighty
Of the scathes they did
His meadows amid
By day and by night.
God bid them flee and go out of every mans sight.
Dominus, Deus, Sabaoth, Emmanuel, great name of God,
Deliver this place from rats and from all other shame.
God save this place from all other wicked wights,
Both by days and by nights,
Et in Nomine Patris et Filii et Sancti Spiriti, Amen.
W.H. Auden
B) Messalina
Ay me, alas, heigh ho, heigh ho!
Thus doth Messalina go
Up and down the house a-crying,
For her monkey lies a-dying.
Death, thou art too cruel
To bereave her of her jewel;
Or to make a seizure
Of her only treasure.
If her monkey die
She will sit and cry:
Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie!
Anon.
C) Dance of Death
Whurret! Duty Beauty
Quando Timble
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Travel Trover
Jew Damsel
Hey dogs hey! Ware haunt hey!
Sith sickles and the shearing scythe
Hath shorn the fields of late,
Now shall our hawks and we be blithe,
Dame Partridge ware your pate!
Our murdering kites
In all their flights
Will seld or never miss
To truss you ever and make you bale our bliss.
Whurret! Wanton Sugar Mistress
Sempster Faver Minx
Callis Dover Sant
Dancer Jerker Quoy
T. Ravenscroft
Epilogue
Our hunting fathers told the story
Of the sadness of the creatures,
Pitied the limits and the lack
Set in their finished features;
Saw in the lions intolerant look,
Behind the quarrys dying glare,
Love raging for the personal glory.
That reasons gift would add,
The liberal appetite and power,
The rightness of a god.
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And make it his mature ambition
To think no thought but ours,
To hunger, work illegally,
And be anonymous?
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Photo G.Schirmer, Inc.
I was meant to be a composer and will be I'm sure. Don't ask me to try to forget this
unpleasant thing and go play football - please. (age 9) (Inkpot)
Op. 24
Composer:
Samuel Barber
Type:
Duration:
16 minutes
Libretto:
James Agee
Publishers:
G. Schirmer, Inc.
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Musical Time Period:
20th Century
World Premiere:
Boston, Massachusetts
April 9, 1948
Scoring:
flute, (doubling piccolo), oboe (doubling English horn), clarinet, bassoon, 2 horns,
Vocal Range:
C3 Bb4
Tessitura:
F3 F4
Voice:
Soprano
Time:
Summer of 1915
Place:
Knoxville, Tennessee
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Synopsis:
We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee in the time that
Samuel Barber
Justification:
Performed by:
Historical Significance:
Samuel Barber began composing when he was seven years old and attended
baritone voice, at one time he considered pursuing a professional singing career. This
love and understanding for vocal performance never left Barber; it served him well in his
American by the name of Gian-Carlo Menotti. They formed a deep relationship, both
professionally and personally, and spent many years together, traveling the world,
composing and collaborating on artistic endeavors. Barbers music has elements of neo-
romanticism; it is full of traditional harmonies and lush melodic lines that evoke an
immediate emotional response in his audience. Adagio for Strings, and his opera,
Vanessa (which won him a Pulitzer Prize) are two of his best known works. Although
Barber and Menotti were estranged at the time of Barbers death from cancer in 1981,
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Knoxville, Summer of 1915 is an intimate moment of a quiet summer evening.
Barberss melodious jewel is nostalgic, peaceful, poetic; perfectly suited to James Agees
remembrance of his early childhood, lying on the lawn in the Southern summer heat,
drifting off to sleep under the stars. The music hovers between tenderness and anguish
and is intensely personal. Premiering on April 9, 1948, this lovely musical portrait that
captures the essence of the South, was a huge success and has enjoyed an immense
Lyrics:
We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee in that time that I lived
there so successfully disguised to myself as a child.
...It has become that time of evening when people sit on their porches, rocking gently and
talking gently and watching the street and the standing up into their sphere of possession
of the trees, of birds' hung havens, hangars. People go by; things go by. A horse, drawing
a buggy, breaking his hollow iron music on the asphalt; a loud auto; a quiet auto; people
in pairs, not in a hurry, scuffling, switching their weight of aestival body, talking
casually, the taste hovering over them of vanilla, strawberry, pasteboard and starched
milk, the image upon them of lovers and horsemen, squared with clowns in hueless
amber.
A streetcar raising its iron moan; stopping, belling and starting; stertorous; rousing and
raising again its iron increasing moan and swimming its gold windows and straw seats on
past and past and past, the bleak spark crackling and cursing above it like a small
malignant spirit set to dog its tracks; the iron whine rises on rising speed; still risen,
faints; halts; the faint stinging bell; rises again, still fainter, fainting, lifting, lifts, faints
foregone: forgotten. Now is the night one blue dew.
Now is the night one blue dew, my father has drained, he has coiled the hose.
Low on the length of lawns, a frailing of fire who breathes....
Parents on porches: rock and rock. From damp strings morning glories hang their ancient
faces. The dry and exalted noise of the locusts from all the air at once enchants my
eardrums.
On the rough wet grass of the back yard my father and mother have spread quilts. We all
lie there, my mother, my father, my uncle, my aunt, and I too am lying there....They are
not talking much, and the talk is quiet, of nothing in particular, of nothing at all. The stars
are wide and alive, they seem each like a smile of great sweetness, and they seem very
near. All my people are larger bodies than mine...with voices gentle and meaningless like
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the voices of sleeping birds. One is an artist, he is living at home. One is a musician, she
is living at home. One is my mother who is good to me. One is my father who is good to
me. By some chance, here they are, all on this earth; and who shall ever tell the sorrow of
being on this earth, lying, on quilts, on the grass, in a summer evening, among the sounds
of the night. May God bless my people, my uncle, my aunt, my mother, my good father,
oh, remember them kindly in their time of trouble; and in the hour of their taking away.
After a little I am taken in and put to bed. Sleep, soft smiling, draws me unto her: and
those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home:
but will not, oh, will not, not now, not ever; but will not ever tell me who I am.
James Agee
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Figure 13: Richard Strauss (1864-1949) (Wikipedia)
The human voice is the most beautiful instrument of all, but it is the most difficult to
play. (ThinkExist)
Composer:
Richard Strauss
Type:
Duration:
18 minutes
Libretto:
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Publishers:
20th Century
World Premiere:
London, England
Scoring:
4 flutes and piccolo, 3 oboes and English horn, 3 clarinets and bass clarinet, 3
Vocal Range:
Db3 B4
Tessitura:
G3 G4
Voice:
Soprano
Synopsis:
Four symphonic songs with the orchestration varied from one to the next,
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Justification:
Recorded by:
Historical Significance:
Wagners music lead to major 20th century musical developments and had a direct
influence on Richard Strauss, whose music was regarded as revolutionary as well. Born
in 1864, Richard began writing music when he was six and continued until he passed
away at the age of 85. Known for his tone-poems, Strauss found his artistic self,
particularly in the creation of shocking orchestral effects, and a more sophisticated use of
dissonance. His early opera, Salome, based on the play by Oscar Wilde, created such a
sensation when it premiered at the Metropolitan Opera in New York City in 1907, it was
closed after only one performance. Even so, Strauss knew he had discovered his own
"I now comfort myself with the knowledge that I am on the road I want to take,
fully conscious that there never has been an artist not considered crazy by thousands of
his fellow men."
Strauss went on to create operas in a lighter social vein, but still full of complex
harmonies and 20th century musical elements and have become standard operatic
Strauss Four Last Songs were composed in 1948, just a year before he died; he
never heard them in a performance. The soprano voice held a profound fascination for
him. It is not surprising he would compose his final work for soprano and orchestra.
Kirsten Flagstad was his chosen soprano and would perform his last composition for its
premiere in London. Recorded by many dramatic sopranos, these symphonic songs are
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a musical culmination of the genius of Richard Strauss and a stunning vehicle for a
Lyrics:
Frhling Spring
In dmmrigen Grften In dusky hollows
trumte ich lang I long dreamed
von dein Bumen und blauen Lften, of your trees and blue skies,
von deinem Duft und Vogelsang. of your fragrance and bird song
Hermann Hesse
September September
Der Garten trauert, The garden is in mourning:
khl sinkt in die Blumen der Regen. the rain falls cool among the flowers.
Der Sommer schauert Summer shivers quietly
still seinem Ende entgegen. on its way toward its end.
Lange noch bei den Rosen For a long while, yet, in the roses
bleibt er stehn, sehnt sich nach Ruh, she will linger on, yearning for
peace,
langsam tut er and slowly
die mdgeword'nen Augen zu. close her weary eyes.
Hermann Hesse
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Beim Schlafengehen Going to Sleep
Nun der Tag mich md' gemacht, Now that day wearies me,
soll mein sehnliches Verlangen my yearning desire
freundlich die gestirnte Nacht will receive more kindly,
wie ein mdes Kind empfangen. like a tired child, the starry night.
Hnde, lasst von allem Tun, Hands, leave off your deeds,
Stirn, vergiss du alles Denken, mind, forget all thoughts;
alle meine Sinne nun all of my forces
wollen sich in Schlummer senken. yearn only to sink into sleep.
Hermann Hesse
Rings sich die Tler neigen, Mountains slope all around us,
es dunkelt schon die Luft; and the sky already darkens;
zwei Lerchen nur noch steigen only two larks climb in the sky,
nachtrumend in den Duft. dreaming in the night.
Tritt her und lass sie schwirren, Come in; let them flutter,
bald ist es Schlafenszeit, for it is already time to sleep;
dass wir uns nicht verirren let us not lose our way
in dieser Einsamkeit. in this loneliness.
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1950 - 2004
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Figure 14: Francis Poulenc (1899-1963) (Classical Net)
The entire work should be bathed in an orchestral sound of the utmost sensuousness.
(Poulenc)
Composer:
Francis Poulenc
Type
Duration:
40 minutes
Libretto:
Jean Cocteau
Publishers:
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Musical Time Period
20th Century
World Premiere:
Paris, France
February 6, 1959
Paris Opra-Comique
Salle Favart
Scoring:
strings
Vocal Range:
C3 C5
Tessitura:
F3 D4
Role:
Elle
Voice:
Soprano
Time:
Late 1950s
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Place:
A womans boudoir
Synopsis:
Elle (She) spends 40 minutes talking on the telephone, making the last call to her
lover who had kept her as a mistress but who now wants to move on, but also
Justification:
Tessitura is comfortably in the middle range with occasional leaps to high notes
Soprano
Historical Significance:
A self-taught composer, Francis Poulenc was raised with music in his home; his
mother was an amateur pianist who shared with him the rudimentary components of
composition and when he was 18 he had his first major success. Poulencs music is so
melodic and original in scope that it is easily recognized when heard. Strong, precise
rhythms, lush and novel harmonies, tuneful progressions, this composers music bridged
the gap between popular style and modern elements. A member of Les Six, he strove
to eradicate Impressionism and Germanic elements from French music, along with other
compatriot artists. After the death of a dear friend, Poulenc turned back to his Catholic
faith. This was to be a decisive move in his composing; he became one of the most
prolific writers of religious choral works in this modern era. Poulenc excelled in many
genres of musical composition; chamber music, concerti, choral, opera, but only wrote a
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few orchestral works. His opera, Dialogues of the Carmelites has become a standard
work in the international operatic literature today. Poulenc died of heart failure in his
La Voix humaine was written with Denise Duval in mind as the heroine. She had
just premiered Blanche in Poulencs Dialogues of the Carmelites and he knew intimately
scene; a rejected woman living through feelings of loneliness and despair, leading to
suicidal thoughts. The orchestra acts as the lover on the other side of the conversation
and maintains the tension through pauses as if answering. Whispers, sobs, sighs, and
exclamations; all expressive elements dynamically of the human voice are needed to
express this womans anguish. However, Poulenc insisted each note is to be well-sung;
no sprechtstimme here. Another tour-de-force for any dramatic soprano, this staggeringly
theatrical piece ends with a final desperate act: she strangles herself with the telephone
cord. (Henry)
Lyrics:
Hello, hello...
No; no. Madame. -But this is a party line. Please hang up .But I was on the wire first ... If
you please, will you get off the line ! . . . Operator, please . . . Oh no. this is not Dr.
Schmid... 0-0-8. not 0-0-7... Hello! this is absurd .. .They keep ringing, I wonder why.
(She hangs up. her hand on the receiver. The telephone rings.)
Hello! ...But Madame. What do you want me to do? . . .What do you mean ? Not at all : .
. . Operator, please . . . would you kindly tell this lady to hang up.
Hello, it's you? Yesquite clearly... It was dreadful not to hear what you were saying
because of all those people . . . Yes ...yes ... no ... it just so happens ... I came back a little
while ago . . . Perhaps you called while I was out? . . . Ah ! . . . nono ...I went out for dinner
. . .with Martha ... It must be a little past eleven . . .Are you at home ? . . .Then take a look
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at the clock in the hallway ... It's just as I thought . . . Yes, yes, cheri ... Last night? Last
night I thought I would go to bed early, but then I had trouble in falling asleep. I took a
pill... No...only one ... at nine o'clock ... I did have a bit of headache, but then it went
away. Martha came this morning, and we had breakfast together. I did some errands, and
then I carne directly home . . . I . . .What? . . . I'rn trying . . . Oh I think I've lots of courage . . .
And then? And then I got dressed for the evening, had a lovely time with Martha, came
home around eleven. She's really been an angel . . . She seems aloof, but she's really not.
Yes. you were completely right, as always . . . My red dress . . . My black hat . . . Yes, it's the
one you liked I still have it on... And you? You went out?... Or did you stay at home
tonight ? . . .What lawsuit ? Ah ! yes . . .Hello, cheri ... If we're cut off. you must call me
back right away . .". Hello ! No ... I'm still here . . .The bag?...Your letters and mine. Yes, you
can send for it when you like . . . it's not easy. I understand . . . Darling, you needn't
apologize. That's not at all strange. It is I I who am stupid . . . You are so nice . . . YOU are
so nice . . . Nor did II didn't think I had the courage...
Putting on an act? . . . Hello . . .Who? . . .You think I'm putting on an act? Me! .. .You know
me well. I am not the sort who would ever pretend ... Not at all ... I'm not angry. . .You will see
... I said: You will see. Tell me, do I sound like a person who has something to hide? ... No.
I made up my mind that I would be brave, and I will ... I got what I deserved. I was out to
be reckless, I was taking a chance Let me talk. Do not blame yourself. It was all my
fault. Yes, yes . . . You remember that Sunday in Versailles when I sent that wire? ...Ah!
...You see! ...It was I who said I wished to come. It was I who would not let you speak. It
was I who behaved as if I did not care... No... no... now you are unfair ...I...I remember
I called you first...A Tuesday...I'm quite sure. Tuesday, the twenty-third. You ought to
realize that I know those dates by heart. Your mother? But why? ... It is hardly worth the
trouble...I honestly don't know. Yes...perhaps...Oh no! certainly not right away. And
you ? .. .Tomorrow? ... I had no idea that it would be so soon.. .Well then, we'll
manageit's so simple... tomorrow morning I'll leave the bag with the janitor. Joseph
can come and pick it up tomorrow. Oh. I don't know. Maybe I'll stay awhile in the city.
Or I may decide to go away for a couple of days in the country, at Martha'sYes,
cheri... but of course, cheri... Hello .. What is wrong? ... Dearest, I am speaking loud...
And now do you hear me ?... I said: and now do you hear me? ... It's funny, I can hear
you as plainly as if you were right here beside me...Hello!... hello, I... Oh, it's really
absurd! Now I cannot hear a word... As if from afar, from far... Now can you hear? It's
each of us in turn... No. quite clearly... I can hear you better than before, but there is a
buzz in your phone. It doesn't sound like your telephone at all...
I can see yes, oh yes. (He makes her guess.) ...What scarf? .. .You have on the red one..
You have your sleeves rolled back a little... In your left hand? The receiver. And a
fountain pen in your right. You are drawing on the blotter, hearts and profiles and stars.
Ah, you smile! I have eyes tucked away inside my ears...
No. no cheri, oh please don't look at me now... Afraid?... No, I am not afraid... It's even
worse ... Oh darling, I'm no longer used, to sleeping alone... Yes ... yes... yes.. .I promise...
I promise You are so nice ... I do not know, I try not to look at myself, I do not dare
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any more to turn on the light in my dressing room. Last night, there I was suddenly face
to face with an old woman ... No, no! an old woman with hair so white, and a face full of
little wrinkles.. .You are too kind! But. cheri, a face that everyone enviesthat is worst of
all. That is for an actress ... I preferred it when you said: "Funny face! Where did you get
that funny face? ".. .Yes, my dear sir!... I was joking... Don't be silly...
How lucky that you are so awkward and that you love me. For if you did not love me
and were not so awkward, this telephone could easily become a terrible weapon. A
weapon that would leave no marks, nor make a noise... Me. naughty? .. .Hello!...
hello! cheri... Are you there? ...Hello, hello, operator.
(She rings.) Hello. Someone cut us off. (She hangs up. Silence. She takes the
phone.} Hello, it's you? ... No. no. operator. I was cut off... I don't know... 1
mean...yes .. just a moment... Auteuil seven-seven three, Hello!.. It's
busy...Operator, he's trying to call me back...Alright. (She hangs up. The telephone
rings.)
Hello! Ah. cheri! it's you?.. .They cut us off... No, no. I was waiting. Someone rang,
I answered right away, but there was no one... I suppose so... Of course You are
sleepyit was kind of you to call againSo kind... (She is crying... a silence) No, I
am hereWhat? ... Forgive me...it's too sillyNothing... there's nothing
wrong...But I swear there's nothing wrong... Nothing's changed...Not at all. You're
mistaken...it is only that all this talk, this talk ...
(She weeps.) My darling, listen. I have never told you liesYes. I know. I know. I
believe you. I'm sure of it, dear... No. it isn't that... it's only that I lied to you
before... yes... on the telephone, just fifteen minutes, ago. I know well that it's too
late for my luck to return. But a lie won't bring me back my luck. Besides, I hate to
tell you a lie. I cannot lieI cannot lie to you, even for your own good... Oh.
nothing serious, mon cheri... I lied in describing the dress that I was wearing, also
when I said I had dinner with Martha... I've had no dinner, I'm not wearing my red
dress, only a coat over my nightdress, because I was waiting all evening for you to
call. And what with my staring at the phone, and sitting down, and jumping up and
pacing up and down the room, I was almost frantic! And so I put on my coat, I was
going out to take a taxi, to -wander underneath your windows ... stand there
waiting... ah, yes, stand waitingI don't even know what foryou are so right...
yes. I am listening... I shan't be foolish... ... and I will keep my head. I promise...
Right here... I didn't eat a thing... I simply couldn't...
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Last night I meant to take a pill that would put me to sleep. I thought that if I took
more than one, I'd sleep so much better. I thought that if I took them all I'd sleep
without a dream and never wake I'd sleep forever! (She weeps.)... And so I
swallowed twelve... in hot water... All in a lumpThen then I was dreaming, you
were going away. And then when I awoke I felt so happy, because it was just a
dream. But when I knew it was true, that I was alone, that my head was not against
your shoulder, then I knew I could not go on livingMy body felt cold and light,
and my heart was no longer beating, and death was slow in coming. Since I was in
terrible pain, after an hour I managed to phone Martha. I lacked the courage to die
alone... cheri... cheri... It was four o'clock in the morning. Finally she came, and
with her that doctor who lives in her house. I had a hundred and two. The doctor
wrote out a prescription, and Martha remained till tonight. I begged her to leave me
alone, since you had promised to phone me as soon as you were free I was afraid
they would try to keep us apart I'm alrightDon't you worry now(She weeps)
... Hello!...I thought they had cut us off... You're so kind. cheri... My darling - whom
I have hurt so very muchYes. speak. Say anything at all... I have suffered enough
to drive me mad; yet you have only to speak, and I feel well again, and can close my
eyes. You know, sometimes when we were in bed and my head was resting in its
usual place, pressed against your chest, I could hear your voice exactly as it
Hello! Why do I hear music?...I said: Why do I hear music? .. .Well then, you should
knock on the wall and complain if your neighbors play their gramophone so late at
night... It's useless. Anyhow, Martha's doctor is coming back tomorrow... Don't you
worry now... Of course... She will let you know what he saidWhat? ... Oh yes! so
much better. If you hadn't called tonignt I would have died...
(She paces up and down and her suffering makes her moan.)
... Forgive me, dear. I know you find this scene quite unbearable, and that you are
being very patient. But if you knew what torture I suffer. This wire the only bond
that still connects me with usMonday evening? I slept quite well. I went to bed
with the telephone... No, no. In my bed...Yes. I know. I'm being silly. But I kept the
telephone in my bed, in spite of it all, it is a link something that connects us... Only
because you are speaking, it's five years now that I've lived through you, that I've
spent my time waiting for you, thinking you were dead every time you were late I
could die at the thoughtand reviving the moment you appeared; and when you
were finally here, dying at the thought that you'd leave me. And now I can breathe
because I hear your voice...
But of course, my sweet darling, I slept. Oh indeed. I could sleep because it was only
the first timeThe first night you sleepWhat is really hard to bear is the second
nightlast night; and then the third tonight! And then day after day, doing what,
dear God? ... And... even if I'm able to sleep I still have to face the horror of dreams,
and awaking, and eating. and getting up. and getting: dressed, to go out to go out
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where? ... Oh my darling, my sweet, all I've ever had to fill my life was you. Martha
has organized her life ...I'm alone. .. .
The last two days he has not gone out of the hallway... I have tried to call him; I've
tried to pet him. He won't even let me touch him. In fact, he almost bit me... Yes.
me! He frightens me, I swear. He won't eat a thing. He doesn't move. And when he
turns his eyes on me, I get gooseflesh all over.,. How do you expect me to know?
Maybe he thinks I have done you some harm... Poor little dog... I have no reason at
all to hold it against him. I can understand him so well. He loves you. He doesn't see
YOU any more, and so he thinks it's my fault.. .Oh yes. cheri. I understand. He's not
to blame. In spite of his intelligence he surely cannot guess the truth...
I don't really know darling! How d'you expect me to know? I am not myself.
Think of it: I tore up that package of photographs - ripped them just like that! and
didn't even notice. Even for a man it would have been a feat
Hello! hello! Madame. Will you hang up! But you cut in on our line, hello! Oh no.
Madame,.. But. Madame. we're not trying to be interesting, I can assure you... if you
really find us so silly, why are you wasting your time instead of hanging up?...
Oh!... Don't be angry...
At last! ...No, no. She just hung up, after having been so terribly nasty... You
sound upset..yes you are upset. I know your voice... But dearest, she must have
been a very sick woman, and she doesn't know you at all. Perhaps she believed you
were just like the others... Oh no. cheri, it is not at all the same. People think it's
either love or hatred. Once an affair is over, it's over. They know everything. YOU will
never make them understand... You will never make them understand that things are
not simple.., It's better to do the same as I: laugh at them all... and ignore them...
Oh! ... Nothing, I could swear that we were talking just the same as always. All
of a sudden I realized the truth... (Tears)... When we still saw one another, we
could still lose our heads, forget a broken promise, and take such chances. Our
love could conquer every doubt with a tender kiss, or with a wild embrace, just a
look could change everything. But what with this telephone between, what is
done is done...
Don't worry. No one ever tries to kill himself twice ... I would hardly know where
to buy a revolverCan you see me buying a revolver? ... Where would I find the
strength to think up a lie at this moment, my poor darling? ... I couldn't... I would
never have the courage. There are circumstances where a lie might be useful. If
you had lied to me, to make our separation seem less painful... I did not say you
were lying. I said: if you had lied and I knew about it if for example, you
were not at home, and you were to tell me ... No. no. cheri! Listen please... I
believe you ... Yesyour voice suddenly sounds angry. I meant only to say that if
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you told a lie out of kindness, and I had known that you did, it would only cause
me to love you more... Hello!...
hello! ...(She hangs up, murmuring very quickly:) Dear God make him call me
back. Dear God make him call me back. Dear God make him call me back Dear
God make him call me back Dear God make
We were disconnected. I was saying that if you had lied out of the goodness of your
heart and I noticed you were lying, it would only cause me to love you more.., Of
courseYou are mad!... Oh my love... my dearest love...
...I know well that we must, but it is dreadful NoI never could summon up the
courage... Yes. I have the illusion that I'm right besides you. And all at once, the cellars and
sewers, a whole city lies between us ...I have wound the cord around my neck... I can
feel your voice around my neck your voice surrounding my neck... They could
hardly cut us off - except by mistake...
Oh cheri! Oh how could YOU even imagine I'd think such an ugly thought? I am well aware
that this thing is more difficult for you more painful in every way than for me...
no... no ...To Marseilles? ... Oh listen, cheri. Since you will be in Marseilles at least
for a week, may I ask...I really would like... I would like it if you did not go to that
little hotel where we always stayed togetherYou are not angry? ...
Because the things I don't have to imagine do not exist. Or let's say that they exist in
some very vague kind of place that does not hurt so much... You understand?..
Thank you ... thank you. You are good. I love you
(She gets up and walks towards the bed with the telephone in her hand.)...
So here we are... I was about to say, out of habit, "I'll see you soon" . ... I doubt it...
Oh!... It's better... Much better...
(She lies down on the bed and clasps the telephone in her arms.)
"The universal basis of artistic spiritual communication by means of art is through the
emotions." (Questia)
Op. 39
Composer:
Samuel Barber
Type:
Duration:
12 minutes
Libretto:
Creagh
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Publishers:
20th Century
World Premiere:
April 4, 1963
Scoring:
Vocal Range:
C3 Bb4
Tessitura:
F3 F4
Role:
Voice:
Soprano
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Time:
Place:
Synopsis:
Troy has just been captured by the Greeks. All the women and children are held
captive and each Trojan woman has been assigned to a Greek warrior.
Andromache has been given as a slave-wife to the son of Achilles and has been
told she cannot take her little son with her. He is to be hurled over the battlements
Justification:
Recorded by:
Historical Significance:
The only composer with the distinction of having two major works included in
this listing, Samuel Barber was a master at creating emotional musical monodramas for
the soprano voice. He remained true to his own talent; that of writing music that is
genuinely heartfelt and utterly sincere in order to communicate the text in a very personal
way. His instinctive feel for the human voice and its capabilities for expression and
one feels the deep anguish, and yet personal strength of this heroine through the poignant
and dramatic accompaniment. This work is scored for a large orchestra, but the
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combined effect of voice and instrument is never overwhelming; on the contrary, it is a
Lyrics:
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Malevolence, murder, hate, destruction
all the evils that afflict the earth.
God curse you , Helen, for those eyes that brought
hideous carnage to the fair fields of Troy.
(Barber)
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Photo: B&H/Jim Caldwell
I think anything that is expressed directly and as honestly as possible will last.
(BrainyQuote)
Composer:
Carlisle Floyd
Duration:
45 minutes
Libretto:
Carlisle Floyd
Publishers:
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Musical time period:
20th Century
World Premiere:
Jacksonville, Florida
Scoring:
tamb/susp.cym/crashcym/whip/bell/gong/chimes/vib/mar/xyl/glsp/cel-harp/strings
Vocal Range:
A#2 B4
Tessitura:
F3 G4
Role:
Eleanor of Aquitaine
Voice:
Soprano
Time:
1189
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Place:
Synopsis:
Queen Eleanor of Aquitane is imprisoned in the Tower. She has been there for
almost 16 years because of a rebellion staged by her sons and herself against her
husband and their father, King Henry II. This scena has her recalling happier
times and reliving her memories, but finally sinking into hopelessness and
despair. Then the bells ring, announcing King Henrys death and her freedom.
Justification:
Performed by:
Phyllis Curtin
Historical Significance:
Composer Carlisle Floyd developed a love for music at an early age; his mother
was a pianist and started his lessons when he was 10. Early promise propelled him to
study at Converse College and then at Syracruse University with Ernst Bacon beginning
at the age of 16. A professorship at Florida State University allowed him dual careers:
teaching and composing. Most known for his operas, Floyd writes both libretto and
music and his style is lyrical and mostly conservative. Susannah, considered a dramatic
folk opera, was an instant success when it debuted with New York City Opera in 1956,
and is performed the world over today. In 1976 he left Florida State University and took
fine teacher and conductor and his latest opera, Cold Sassy Tree, debuting in 2000, was
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The dramatic monologue, Flower and Hawk was composed specifically for
Phyllis Curtin in 1972. Ms. Curtin had read a remarkable story about Eleanor of
Aquitaine and had given the book to Floyd, who was then inspired to create this master
work. Forty-five minutes long, this monodrama is fascinating, revealing the duality of
the heroines character; that of possessing qualities that represent the gentler, beautiful
heart and a strong, calculating mind. On view in the Louvre is her seal as Queen of
France and England, with a flower in one hand and a hawk in the other. At the heart of
this portrayal is a wide range of emotion and intensity, with passion and despair
throughout. The power in this piece is its glimpse into the indominatable character of this
Lyrics:
Have there been no messages today? Did the priest bring no news for me,
or the merchant from London who came at noon? Did no one send a message to me?
No one? No one?
If this is what lies ahead for me, then I no longer want to live, I would choose to die
instead!
It would be done so quickly: with this poison only a minute or two
and this endless waiting would be over.
I am so old now It would cheat death so little, so little.
I will close my mind to this wretched present time and place.
I will no longer notice this room, this wretched room.
For if I do, if I do, I will lose my reason or I shall destroy myself.
I will fix my mind on past happier times when I was free, when I was queen.
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I am to wed to Louis and am crowned Queen of France! Oh, what splendor! Oh what
grandeur! Flaming candles, great voiced choirs, processions of cardinals,
princes and kings while I sit here on the great high throne.
Your honor to us does you honor. Your honor to us does you honor.
Is my neck quite straight, my lord? I so abhor a crooked neck.
If one is born to wear a crown, ones neck should be straight and not bent like a goose.
A bent neck appears a judgment of God, saying one is unfit to rule.
Is my neck quite straight, my lord? I so abhor a crooked neck.
Ive carried a weight on my head all week to strengthen my neck to wear this crown,
and now I am no longer able to tell. Your honor to us does you honor.
What is it, my lord? Have you nothing to say?
The nuns all say I talk too much but they also say I am wise for my years.
I read and speak four languages and am very skilled at chess.
The holy fathers say I have an agile mind. I sew and knit and embroider quite well.
I dance and play the lute. Im often told I have a pleasing touch.
Im widely read in philosophy, in metaphysics and astronomy.
And at present, I am learning the arts of state-craft and diplomacy.
My lord, why do you stare at me? Do my accomplishments surprise you?
Or is my neck not straight? Is my neck not straight? Your honor to us does you honor.
Richard, oh my son, your words still pierce my heart. Will they never stop haunting me?
They hover at the edge of my mind like dark, menacing birds of death.
Your voice was hoarse, just a whisper; I could hardly hear what you said.
And then came those desolate words that I cannot erase from my mind.
Vanity, all life is vanityand living is a cruel jestthe struggle even to breathe is
mockery. You lay there dying, dying, with that hideous wound in your back,
gnawing and sucking your life away, while I implored you to live, implored you to live.
And you would not even struggle, you welcomed death.
Should I no longer struggle to live? Should I abandon all hope of being free again?
But I have struggled all my life, to shape my life, to remain free,
as I struggled against Louis many years ago in Antioch, struggled and won!
Unbind me, I command you! Release me, I demand it!
Unbind my hands, untie my feet!
Have these soldiers untie me. Order them to release me at once!
These ropes are cutting my flesh!
If I am still your queen and still Queen of France, I demand you release me at once!
I demand it! I demand it! At once!
How dare you seize me and bring me here? How dare you have me seized?
You, my husband and King! Tied, bound, and gagged like some wretched thief.
How dare you allow them to touch me: as my husband, how dare you do that?
And how dare you as the King of France?
Oh, Louis, you erred most grievously, and you will pay dearly for your mistake.
You will pay dearly, dearly!
I shall return to France with you: but once we are there, once we are there,
I intend to divorce you! On grounds of common blood, I intend to divorce you!
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Your face is stricken, my lord, and you are weeping.
I have no wish to wound you for I know you love me well.
But we are not suited, you and I, our natures are too diverse.
So let me go out of your life, unnoticed, and unmourned:
like a shadow that shrinks with the sun, leaving not even memory behind.
And that mild and gentle man sadly let me go and I was free again.
But if I had not struggledhad not struggled
Why would you not struggle? Why would you not fight to live?
Was there more I could have done to keep you alive? Was there more? Was there more?
More? I must find an answer. I must put my doubts to rest.
The sun has set and night is falling; darkness enshrouds the earth. All is quiet now.
Only the lidless eye of God is awake, and I am awake.
And if I lie awake, if I lie awake, Im afraid Ill abandon hope; I so fear despair,
I so fear a wakeful night. I will fix my mind on past, happier timeson past happier
times
What is it? My troubadour? Coming tonight? Then tonight cannot come too soon!
All day while I have held court, how I have yearned for the night and my troubadour,
the night when the Duchess has retired, the night that belongs to Eleanor:
no more treaties to ponder, no more accounts to read.
Hurry sun, now on your way West, my lover comes when the first stars appear tonight.
I will lie in my lovers arms and his voice and hands will caress me,
all night long in my lovers arms until the sun rises and combs the fields with light.
Hurry sun, on your way West. My lover arrives with the stars!
This room is cold now and cheerless and bleak and lonely. Does anyone remember me?
Does anyone know I am still alive? Anyone? Bring some wood for this fire!
There is a deep chill in here!
RosamondRosamondRosamondThe Kings darling
I am growing old. The words are bitter on my lips.
I have long refused to see the truth this cruel glass has shown to me.
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But now fair Rosamond, Henrys pretty young love, has forced this hateful truth on me. I
am growing old, I am growing old. My youth is gone and with it goes my husband, I
fear.
Who will comfort and solace me now that Ive looked in this glass?
Now that Ive seen its bitter truth, what will solace me now?
My lord, Henry, please come in. Wont you be seated? Then I shall also stand.
It has come to my ears that your mistress, Rosamond,
has been shown in my place at the English court with you. I hear this on every hand.
Are all these reports true? Then you are indeed a fool, Henry.
You are indeed a fool, to think Id endure such mockery. Ill not endure that, Henry.
Ill not endure that! Ill not be mocked as your queen!
My lord, Henry, wont you be seated? Then I shall also stand.
How could you so quickly forget the sons and daughters Ive borne you. Will you have
more? Will you have more children? I cant give you more;
I cant bear more children: my womb is barren now!
I loved you from the first, my lord;
with you, I found a man at last to match my spirit, ambition and fire.
And we forged an empire together: an empire form Scotland to the Pyrenees!
I love what we have made together; I love it as well as you do.
But I will shatter that empire, shatter it completely: your sons and I will tear it apart.
I will see it in ruins; see it in ruins before I allow you to mock me!
I beg you, Henry, dont force me to this; the stakes are too high for both of us!
Too high, too high! Whom shall it be, my lord? Your mistress or your queen?
He was sinkingand the priest had not come. His life was ebbing away.
He was sinking, sinking, sinking, without a struggleand still the priest didnt come
Live, Richard, live, son! Live!
Absolve, Domine, animas omnium fidelium defunctorum ab omni vincul delictorum
Is the priest still not here? Live, Richard, live, son! Live! Live, son, live!
He is gone.
Richard, or Richard! Oh, my son, my son, my son!
Oh, Holy Mother of God, oh, Holy Mother of God,
receive my son unto thy bosom, receive my son.
Oh, Holy Mother of God, oh, Holy Mother of God,
love my son as I have loved him and grant him Paradise.
I ache, I ache. My heart is cut out of me.
I am an old and weary woman, already scarred by grief. Why should I suffer more?
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Why am I asked to bury still another child?
And why Richard, the dearest of all to me? I cannot bear this loss! God is cruel, God is
unjust! It is not right that I suffer more!
If only I might have died, if only I might have died instead of you, oh, my son, instead of
you. Oh, Holy Mother of God, love him as I have loved him and grant him Paradise.
Yes, of courseyes, of courseI see itI see it now. Richard welcomed death as I flee
it:
he yearned for death as I hunger for life. There was nothing more I could have done,
no way I could have saved him, for he was drawn to death and suffering
like a babe to its mothers breast, like a plant seeking the sun. May he find peace at last.
May this most cherished child find peace at last.
Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine: et lux perpetua luceat eis, et lux perpetua luceat
eis
Why are the bells tolling? What has happened? What is their news?
Why are the bells being rung?
(Floyd)
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Figure 17: Grigorii Samuilovich Frid (1915 - ) (Wikipedia)
Composer:
Grigorii Frid
Type:
Opera monodrama
21 Scenes
Duration:
60 minutes
Libretto:
Publishers:
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Musical Time Period:
20th Century
World Premiere:
Moscow, Russia
1972
Scoring:
bass
Vocal Range:
A2 Cb5
Tessitura:
Eb3 G4
Role:
Anne Frank
Voice:
Soprano
Time:
Place:
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Synopsis:
A 13 year old girls inner-thoughts during their familys hiding from the Nazis in
occupied Amsterdam, starting with her 13th birthday and continuing for 2 years
Justification:
The tessitura, and range; even though the character in this work is a 13 year old
Historical Significance
Grigorii Samuilovich Frid was born in St. Petersburg in 1915, the son of a pianist
mother and literary journalist father. Due to the civil war in that country, they fled again
and again; many relatives of the family were killed during the Stalin regime. They settled
in various Russian cities until they headed for Siberia where the father had been
banished. In Moscow, Frid finished his music studies and taught music theory and
composer. Frid was influenced musically by Berg, Schoenberg, and Shostakovich and
his writing tends to project the more Romantic elements of these composers musical
ideas. (Wikipedia)
In 1969, Frid read Anne Franks diary and began to write the libretto soon after.
He used excerpts from the original diary entries, choosing episodes in the young girls
life. The music conveys many emotions; often wistful, or full of anxiety, sometimes
threatening, sometimes dreamy, but always supporting the extraordinary mood of the
text. The angular, yet dance-like rhythmic portions of the accompaniment are
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with another in 1977, before Frid smuggled the score to America where it has, since then,
Lyrics:
1. Introduction
2. Birthday
On Friday I awoke at six oclock. And no wonder - my birthday, my birthday.
But never mind, that I must not get up so early, I had to keep quite still on my birthday
until six forty five.
I couldn't bear any longer. So I went right into the dining room, then started to unwrap
my presents. And you, my diary, I found you the first of all, that was my best gift on my
birthday.
Father and mother got me such fine presents, bunches of presents.
So long now, Im so happy that you are here with me!
3. School
Now its Sunday, its the twenty-first of June in the year nineteen forty-two.
Our whole class is frightened and trembling. Soon now, soon now the teachers meeting
will be held.
Old Mister Kepler the old Math master has for a long time been annoyed with me; he has
said that I chatter too much. But I told him that talking is a trait of women, a trait of
women. Mama talks as much as I, as much as I or more and what can one do about it?
You cant deny your very nature. Old Mister Kepler just chuckled at my reasons, then he
made such fun: "Quack-Quack, Mamselle Duckling!"
My class howled with laughter.
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the attic of my fathers warehouse. The van Daans and we are seven, we will be seven
there, we will be seven there....
6. Hiding Place
Saturday the eleventh of July. Our "Hiding Place".
Papa, Mama and Margot just cant get used to the sound of the tower, of the striking.
But I loved it from the start, so very pretty, especially at night.
Our secret Annex, is such an ideal hiding place. Its no matter that it is damp and leans to
one side, in all of Holland you wont find a better hiding place from the storm.
It is the silence, when I get so very frightened, especially, especially at night. I think we
shall never see the daylight. Never live to be free and get out of here, they will find us
and shoot us.
7. By the Window
I sit by the window and see the world go whirling by people scramble and disappear.
It is so strange to see how they run. How they hurry into darkness, hurry into
nothingness, my window opens just enough to let me wonder. This quarter near us is poor
working folk, the children so desperate.
Through the window there are many things to see: there are tulips, daffodils,
raindrops...and all hiding under black umbrellas.
8. I Was Told
Friday now, its October sixteen.
Now in the news they call for diaries to be published after the war and novels, too. I
wonder if its true, yes, Ill write a novel of my own "My hiding place".
How silly such a title how very bad, theyll think of some detective story, some Sherlock
Holmes! When the war is done, when we are free, they wont believe me if I write my
story and if I describe how we were forced to live.
Now we are all so frightened. Were told a worker in the warehouse beneath the attic
suspects we are hiding here. Who knows, if we can trust such a person or not...
They wont believe me, if I write my story and if I describe how we were forced to live.
9. Despair
The weight upon my heart presses always and pulls to a deep chasm.
A songbird am I with her song quiet, a songbird with no voice, how she struggles,
struggles, struggles never free to sing, never free to leave her cage, never.
"Oh freedom, oh freedom I cry deep inside. I want to, to breathe, to laugh out"!
But I know it, I will never be free. Im off to bed now; its all I can do to shorten the
hours of silence and fear of silence.
10. Recollection
When I think about my life, my life before Germans came to Holland, all was so ideal, all
is so distant. Another Anne was living inside me.
Now peace is gone, peace is no more, no more. So careless such a lighthearted child so
happy that Anne never will return.
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11. Dream
Last night deep a sleep, I had such a dream, such a nightmare. I saw her there before me.
My friend, my girlfriend Liess.
In silence and in tears exhausted, dressed in rags. Hope was gone, even in the darkness
she appeared, emaciated, a skeleton.
Her eyes, her eyes so sad. They stared at me, they reproached me, it was as if she spoke
to me:
"Anna, oh Anna, stay with me, dont abandon me! Take me away out of this torment."
I cannot help her now, I cannot help...I pray to God to save her, to give her peace, save
her; Oh dear God, support her, and bring her back to us!
14. Robbers
Today the fourth of August nineteen hundred forty three.
A robber in the warehouse! Below us, just below us. The robber, who can it be, what can
he want?
But what if he tells the Gestapo that he heard us, just to save himself?
15. Recitative
One day Peter and I found a quiet place there in the attic we sat down together, on a box.
We were sitting very close, his hand found mine in the silence.
How lovely the trees coming out this year, sunlight calls us to come out a while, sky so
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blue, so blue, such crystal blue.
I long to go out and touch the world.
18. Round-up
Knocking beneath us here. Its quiet again. Again knocking.
Terror. Theyre there walking Gestapo. In the warehouse beneath our hiding place...
We didn't dare to breathe, all you could hear was the frantic beating of seven hearts.
Steps, steps, theyre stopping at our stair, closer, closer, closer! Theyre at the cupboard
that hides our stair, oh, God!
Again they shake it, again..
Somethings falling down.
The steps, now they move away. We are burning with fever. And never since that very
night such a danger, danger, as on this night.
The Gestapo stood right at the cupboard, but nothing did they find, nothing did they find.
19. Solitude
Actually in youth all is far more lonely than old age. The young have passions ideals, the
old are far more practical and they know what they must do in life. But as for youth when
life is new.
It is hard to be so sure in times like these when we see all ideals collapse before us, when
all about is falsehood, justice is forsaken, happiness gone!
Ideals and dreams shining expectations cannot be still in our hearts, and if hope comes to
us, the horrible reality will destroy hope utterly...
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20. Passacaglia
Its a wonder that up to now I still have hope and keep my spirit high. I see how now the
world is becoming nothing but a desert.
Now the thunder of war is here, it threatens to find and destroy us it seems to me, that we
exist in a patch of sky, blue sky, between the black, hateful storm clouds.
But it is coming nearer and nearer, it will absorb us in our desperate struggle, struggle for
freedom How we shove and strangle each other.
We see how people down in the street struggle too, we see how hatred overcomes us all
and now the dark surrounds us, blackens us and separates like a, a curtain.
The darkness ever pressing on us ever like a wall moving to us to crash us. And now all I
can do is pray:
"Adonoi eluhenu, make our way open our path to freedom!"
21. Finale
Now the sun shines skies are clear and blue. One cant even take in the beauty. Each
morning I go to the roof to breathe deep the fresh air.
The roof has become my favorite place, I see before me canals like ribbons. Chestnuts
bare of leaves and the sparkling diamonds of dew. I see seagulls soaring in the blue sky
their wings seem like silver sails on the horizon.
I gaze out from my open roof top perch, from where I can see all of Amsterdam, a sea of
roofs that stretch out all the way to the horizon.
So long as I have this sunlight, so long as I have the earth and all nature that exists for
me, for me to love, I can never be sad!
Whenever you are put to trial, whenever you are lonely, unhappy go out and be unto
yourself
where its peaceful, where you can be unhindered. Alone with nature alone with God,
at last now I know nature makes our life whole, sufring she can send away, pain is gone
at natures hand.
And when I look up to heaven, then I can think that every cruelty someday must have an
end, and once again peace and love shall reign on earth.
But til that time we must keep our faith, our hopes and dreams.
We must hold to courage, tho the weak may fall, the strong endure to carry on. I am
prepared to sacrifice my life for the future.
And if the Lord wills that I should survive, I shall give my self to serve the world.
For now I realize that courage and loving kindness must be dearer now than ever! Power,
glory, that is as nothing. But a joyous heart will falter for a moment only, ever more hope
will awaken and hope will remain your hearts strength all your life.
So long as you can look up without fear to the heavens....
Translation by Alla Gomon and James Briscoe (Encompass New Opera Theatre))
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Figure 18: John Eaton (1935 - ) (Schirmer)
I want the audience to be so involved in the sweep of the music. Because after all,
music, of all the arts, is that that most begins with the fundamental basis of the universe
itself. It begins with energy. And it begins with the very tissue of human and even
natural experience on every level. (Oteri)
Composer:
John Eaton
Type:
Duration:
8 minutes
Libretto:
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Publishers:
20th Century
World Premiere:
Seattle, Washington
August 1, 1992
Scoring:
Vocal Range:
Ab2 C#5
Tessitura:
E3 G4
Voice:
Dramatic Soprano
Synopsis:
This is a declamatory poem that necessitates a firm, strong voice to carry the text
Justification:
I chose the dramatic soprano voice primarily for the subject matter of the
Chaucer fragmentalso because it was to be accompanied (appropriately, again,
considering the subject matter) by brass quintet. I needed the thrilling quality and
weight of the dramatic soprano voice to soar over the brass instruments.
John Eaton
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The highest note, C#5, may be too high for some dramatic sopranos, as ordinarily
Historical Significance:
A winner of three Prix de Rome awards and two Guggenheim grants, American
microtonal music. Born in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania in 1935, Eaton immersed himself
with the new wave of 20th centurys innovative focus for composition and his recognized
talent allowed him to study under Milton Babbitt and Roger Sessions. He received his
BA and MFA degrees at Princeton University and is currently Professor Emeritus at the
through 2001. His chamber, vocal, and orchestral music expand traditional tools of
composition through the use of microtonal scales; a fuller spectrum of notes per octave
than the usual twelve tones. A prolific composer, Eatons operas include Danton and
productions and counting, written in 1980, and The Tempest, created in 1985 and
and has written numerous articles on new music, as well as the book Involvement with
In 1991, Eaton composed Trumpet Voluntary for Dramatic Soprano and Brass
Quintet. This work was commissioned and performed for the Chaucer Society in Seattle,
Washington for their Annual Convention in 1992. An eight minute piece, the power of
this unique composition lies in the dual roles of both voice and brass to present an
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Lyrics:
Geoffrey Chaucer
Translated by Anne Prescott (Eaton)
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Figure 19: Michael Kemp Tippett (1905-1998) (Steenslid)
I am quite certain in my heart of hearts that modern music and modern art is not a
conspiracy, but is a form of truth and integrity for those who practise it honestly, decently
and with all their being. (BrainyQuote)
Byzantium (1989/90)
Composer:
Type
Originally composed for Jessye Norman to perform, but two weeks prior to the
Duration:
27 minutes
Libretto:
122
Publishers:
20th Century
World Premiere:
Chicago, Illinois
Orchestra Hall
Scoring:
2 harps, strings
Vocal Range:
C3 Bb4
Tessitura:
F3 G4
Voice:
Soprano
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Justification:
Repeated octave jumps with loud, held upper notes. Tessitura high; must have
heavier voice with power and point to be heard over thick orchestral texture.
Historical Significance:
Sir Michael Tippett was born in London in 1905, a child of nine years at the
outset of World War I. This exposure to the effects of war on his country, the nations of
the world, and all of humanity, would shape what would soon become the main focal
points of his life; pacifism and music. After hearing of the 1938 pogrom against the
Jews, Tippett produced A Child of Our Time, an impassioned protest against the
conditions that make such persecution possible. It was this composition that would
bring notoriety to the new composer. A great humanitarian, Tippett was imprisoned for
being a conscientious objector in World War II and was incarcerated for three months.
After the war, he poured himself into the pacifist movement and served on the Council of
the Peace Pledge Union, and as Honorary President of that organization until his death in
1998. A knighthood and the Order of Merit were bestowed upon Tippett for his
contributions to the worlds musical repertoire, which were many, but he would
speak about the importance of the relationship between, and the responsibility of, the
Ordinarily, Tippett would prefer to write his own libretto, but in the case of
Byzantium, his fascination with Yeats allowed for the creative path Tippett chose. In his
words:
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to music; secondly, I identified completely with its emphasis on the notion of artifacts,
enshrining values that can be set against the impermanence of the everyday world and the
complexities of the human beating heart.
The poem begins with a picture of the historical Byzantium that polarizes the unpurged
images of day against the star-lit dome of Santa Sophia (a fine example of an artefact, an
architects articulation of immense interior space). The poets own visionary state, after
he has metaphorically climbed the winding stair into the tower, is evoked in the second
stanza, through communication with an elemental spirit. In the third stanza, the poet
identifies as the citys principal symbol the golden bird, the miracle that is the antithesis
of nature (the bird doesnt sing in the poem, but it provided my setting with an obvious
musical focus). Dance is the focal point of the fourth stanza, a rite of purgation. Finally,
Yeats sees the world as also made up of such passionate images: while the poet (and in
this case, the composer) stands back from the welter of experience, from the vantage
point of Byzantium, he remains eternally fascinated by it as a mode of self-renewal the
images he uses (of the dolphin and the sea) themselves fresh images beget, and music
can do the same.
Michael Tippett
This work requires a powerful, strong soprano; it is a long, demanding role which
is more declamatory than lyrical, with a brutally high tessitura. The angular and
explosive vocal line with an orchestral accompaniment to match, enhance the complex
(Tippett)
Lyrics:
Byzantium
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For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-cloth
May unwind the winding path;
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
I hail the superhuman;
I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.
(Tippett)
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Figure 20: Jeremy Beck (1960 - ) (New Music Jukebox)
Music and drama can create an intensely personal and even spiritual experience (in the
broadest sense of the term) for an audience, and it is this type of intimacy that moves me
the most. For all the irony to be found in much post-modern music, I have little interest
in anything which doesnt seek to make an emotional connection. Thats what drew me
to music way back when, what still draws me in to certain pieces, and what I strive to
create. (Beck)
Composer:
Jeremy Beck
Type:
Originally composed for Leslie Morgan and the Waterloo/Cedar Falls Symphony
Orchestra, Iowa
Duration:
35 minutes
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Libretto:
Jeremy Beck
Publishers:
Rental agent, The Edwin A Fleisher Collection of Orchestral Music at the Free
20th Century
World Premiere:
February 5, 1999
Scoring:
Vocal Range:
G#2 A4
Tessitura:
F3 E4
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Role:
Camille Claudel
Voice:
Soprano
Time:
Scene 1 1886
Scene IV - 1937
Place:
Synopsis:
This operatic soliloquy is based on the life of French sculptor Camille Claudel
who lived from 1864 to 1943. The final 30 years of her life were spent in an
asylum. This work gives us snapshot instances of time where we get a glimpse of
Justification:
Recorded by:
Rayanne Dupuis
full orchestrahas to tackle a wide range of expression and style: full operatic
temperament, parlando, ardent sentiment, speech, and word sound-play.
Comparison can be made with Britten, but in his 1930s phase(the masterly
Our Hunting FathersBarber Knoxville).
Rob Barnett
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Historical Significance:
path. He was born in 1960 and received degrees from Yale School of Music and the
Mannes College of Music where he studied with Lukas Foss, Jacob Druckman, Stephen
Jaffe and David Loeb. Awards, honors and grants have come from the American
Composers Orchestra, California Arts Council, the Los Angeles Chapter of the American
Composers Forum, the Kentucky Foundation for Women, Millay Colony for the Arts,
Meet the Composer, the Wellesley Composers Conference, Oregon Bach Festival, Iowa
Arts Council and the American Music Center. Becks opera The Highway was performed
by New York City Opera in May of 2000, as part of that companys Showcasing
melodic line, mildly dissonant harmonies, and is full of great beauty. One of his many
talents is his ability to clearly express his musical thoughts through the use of attractive,
Death of a Little Girl with Doves is a compelling work. It is a fantasy, but Becks
libretto is taken from the tragic life of sculptress Camille Claudel. Claudel was an
accomplished artist in the late 1800s, an apprentice to Rodin. They became lovers, and
when the relationship dissolved, Claudel experienced terrible mental and physical
anguish. She was committed to an asylum against her will in 1913 and spent the next 30
years there until her death. This dramatic work is the mouthpiece to express her
triumphs, struggle and pain. The music is gripping; the forceful literary portrayal
persuasive and yet haunting. With Becks imaginative treatment of singing and speaking,
his fresh, ingenious use of orchestration, and his undeniable sense of emotional
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connection, Death of a Little Girl with Doves is an overwhelmingly artistic experience.
(Jeremy Beck)
Lyrics:
I. In Paris
I share these thoughts only with you
My despair and anger, only with you
Please, I beg you, dont tell anyone -
Dont tell Maman, she would be so angry with me!
Please, I beg of you...
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So what if hes older? So what if hes married?
We work together, thats all!
Im learning so much, so much from this Master,
this passionate artist - Rodin!
Ssh! Quiet!
Ssh! Quiet!
Keep this all to yourself
Useless to speak out
Better to act under cover
Dont show my letter to anyone
Beware of how they bribe you
Dont mention any names
Otherwise theyll threaten me
Ssh! Quiet!
Be quiet!
Not a word...
Rodin!
Rodin! That devil!
He cannot be trusted, and he cannot be stopped!
He steals from me! They all do!
They use me -
They have no ideas - nothing new!
Ssh! Quiet!
Keep this all to yourself
Useless to act under cover
That devil!
Raping my imagination!
Getting rich from my work!
They all make money!
Millions of francs!
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The scoundrel takes advantage of us, of me, of you,
and makes himself quite a little bundle.
And when I fight against him, he uses you and Maman to whip me
(spoken)
I am like a cabbage that is gnawed on by caterpillars
As soon as I grow another leaf, they eat it.
Ssh! Quiet!
Millions of francs for the caster, millions for the merchants, millions for the dealers
Millions of francs for the Master,
Millions of francs, millions of francs, millions of francs, millions of francs, millions of
francs -
II.
It is March 10, 1913; another Monday in Paris. Two men force their way into Camille
Claudels studio, and bodily take her away by car. Unknown to Camille, it was her
brother Paul - esteemed writer, poet and diplomat - who applied for the medical
certificate, authorizing her internment in the asylum at Ville-vrard.
Dear Paul,
Its illegal! Criminal!
Ive been kidnapped - and I know by whom!
That devil, Rodin -
He wants his fame untarnished by me!
Paul, help me
Have me released - I must get out!
I know you will help me,
But please dont tell Maman...
Dear Paul!
Thanks for your letter -
Once I am out, Ill get back to work!
I have a lot of ideas
Here are some sketches
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A young girl huddled on a bench and crying while her parents look on, astonished.
La Faute... The Mistake...
Dear daughter,
Your last letter is before my eyes and I cant imagine that you can write such horrors to
your mother. God alone knows what I will have suffered on account of my children!
How dare you accuse me of poisoning your father! You know as well as I do that he was
nearly 90 years old when he left us! How terribly he suffered, when he learned the truth
about your relations with that monster Rodin, and the disgraceful comedy you performed
for us on your visits. And I, I was naive enough to invite the Great Man, along with his
wife and you, his concubine! While you played the sweet innocent and were living with
him as a kept woman. I hardly dare write the words that come to mind! Lets stop here,
shall we? Your letter is nothing but a mass of slanders, each more odious than the next.
-I send you a kiss.
Dear Maman,
It has been so cold; I am numb.
These hands, which drew life from clay and from stone,
now shake, I can barely hold a pen...
I havent been warm all winter.
Tell me, how is Paul? Where is he now?
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You treat me so harshly, your letters, so cold
If you could only see conditions here
Perhaps youd be moved
I still am your daughter.
(small laugh)
Mother, your daughter is in prison - dont forget!
In prison with lunatics who yell all day,
spitting, making faces!
No place for me!
I was praying you would help me,
but unhappily I see now
you have always let yourself be manipulated
by those who wish me harm.
They had only one thing in mind, those people:
Get me out of Paris, grab my work, make themselves rich without any trouble!
And leading them all, Rodin!
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Forgotten!
Abandoned!
Where is your God?
Where is God?
IV.
I share these thoughts only
with you
My despair and anger, only
with you
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Ah, Rodin!
I knew you would come!
I knew you would keep your promise!
(spoken)
Hmm?
I call it
Death of a Little Girl with Doves.
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Figure 21: Bongani Ndodana-Breen (1975 - ) (SA Composers)
I have been drawn more and more towards an African aesthetic within my art form,
which is music riddled with European conventions. In trying to make sense of a cultural
paradox, a new musical language emerges. I have learnt to trust my inner ear and
rhythmic instinct. This allows me to draw upon a greater reserve of musical concepts. In
drawing these two streams of music together (African and European), the hybrid outcome
is more easy to identify with. It is a mirror of the society I live in. (Bongani Ndodana)
Composer:
Bongani Ndodana-Breen
Type:
Duration:
55 minutes
Libretto:
138
Publishers:
21st Century
World Premiere:
March, 2001
Scoring:
4 celli
Vocal Range:
B2 C5
Tessitura:
E3 G4
Role:
Nomzamo
Voice:
Soprano
Time:
Present day
Place:
South Africa
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Synopsis:
Nomzamo (the main characters name) means One who strives in Xhosa (a group of
over eight million people living in South Africa). Nomzamo is a fictional character who
is a summation of all the women who have been victims of war in Africa, from the Congo
to Angola, from Mozambique to Uganda. I wrote this as a meditation on the civic/ethnic
strife in Africa and how it has affected women.
Bongani Ndodana-Breen
Justification:
This work has been performed by an accepted Dramatic Soprano today. Its
inclusion is based on its meeting all the criteria, personal perusal, and its
Historical Significance:
music encompassing symphonic work, opera, chamber music and vocal music. Groups
from around the world have performed his music. No less than nine organizations have
MusicaNoir/Ensemble Noir, which was the first Canadian classical music ensemble to
tour Africa, Ghana, Nigeria, and South Africa. Ndodana-Breen was awarded the
Standard Bank Young Artist Award for Music in 1998, one of South Africas most
prestigious arts prizes, which led to a commission for his opera-oratorio Uhambo that he
conducted at South Africas National Arts Festival. Following the premiere of his African
Kaddish for orchestra, led by German conductor Bernhard Gueller, Ndodana-Breen was
described as a wonder boy composer with a natural gift second to none by the Mail and
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music of our time. His own works are influenced by the lyricism and rhythms of Africa,
This work, Umuntu: Threnody and Dances, has explicit dramatic directions and
staging included in its score. The libretto is written in a stream of consciousness form of
The blend of soprano and four celli is just a very gorgeous sound. The vocal line
moves from lyrical and smooth lines to angular, anguished melody. I quoted a lot of
Beethoven and Bach in No. VIII Interlude, and basically tear apart a fragment of Bachs
Brandenburg #3, symbolizing the looting and pillage of Africans by Colonial powers
from Europe.
music is described as
airy, spacious, terribly complex but never convoluted has a lot to teach the
Western wizards of metric modulation and layered rhythms about grace and balance. He
reminds us that most of our notions about musical motion on the last century came in
their round-about way from Aftrica or Southeast Asia in the first place, and that Africans
tend to do it better than we do.
West and East, Umuntu: Threnody and Dances demonstrates that Ndodana is not a raw
talent; he is a talent and, at 31, possesses a clear and gentle voice of his own. (Holland)
Lyrics:
Prologue
You all wonder why I am here; I should be asking you the same thing. You see, this is
my mind; the inside of my mind. The doctors tell me its broken. They give me tablets
to drink, and the nurses slip in a little vodka, with a bribe, of course.
Since youre here, welcome. Welcome! Welcome to MY madness, my world filled with
a past that haunts memy world that is constant painfully constant and filled with my
waking vivid Dreams. The only difference is that my Dreams are true. Oh how I wish it
were otherwise.
My name is Nomzamo, the daughter of a great General, who freed my country from the
white man. He ruled until he diedthen our troubles began.
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I. Be Slowly Lifted Up
Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm,
Great gun towering towards Heaven, about to curse;
Reach at that Arrogance which needs thy harm,
And beat it down before its sins grow worse;
But when thy spell be cast complete and whole,
May God may God may may God may may God curse thee curse thee and cut thee from
our soul!
Wilfred Owen
Part II
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that possessed you spare your awful souls from the fires that await you. Now the great
Satan will have some new tenants.
VII. Father
Ah Ah Ah Father, General my leader Why do you haunt me Father? You, only you
alone spoil your fantasy or corrupt blood thirsty cruel power Father forgive your little
princes for being human, human Father forgive me for having a heart to care when
people suffer I am no monster I shared no part of your evil no part no part in all this.
Power corrupts the very hand that wields it. Greed, revenge and hatred bear not children
but evil evil You lay with my mother, but I am no daughter of yours. Go and rest your
grave and the demons that guard it await their master await.
IX. Hymn
Part III
X. Legend
Legends say there once was a girl who was a prophet. She saw visions of the ancient
ones by a river. She saw what? She thought were those who have gone before us to that
other world
Thula thula thula thula Ndivile Ndivile Thula Sendivile Thula
She was called a prophet by all in her village. By her order all was reared and
slaughtered by a river. They feasted. Thula Thula Thula Ndivile Thula Thula
(sprechtstimme) Kill, kill all your cattle kill them and feast and feast. They slew all
cattle they had and harvested all crops they had Little did they know, the shadow figures
in the river were men ready to enslave them Thula Thula Thula Thula Ndivile Ndivile
Thula Ndivile Thula Ndivile
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deceit Take caution my people watch their eyes watch their mouths listen to their hearts
do they really care for the hungry and oppressed? The hungry and oppressed? Dance!
My people! Dance! For Peace! Dance! For Love! Dance! Children of Africa! Dance!
For Love!
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Figure 22: William Elden Bolcom (1938 - ) (Wikipedia)
I knew I was going to be composing. It all makes sense in retrospect. But you don't
know while you're in the process of improvising your life. (ThinkExist)
Medusa (2002)
Composer:
William Bolcom
Type:
10 Scenes
Duration:
45 minutes
Libretto:
Edward B. Marks Music Company and Bolcom Music, not yet in print
21st Century
World Premiere:
March 5, 2003
Carnegie Hall
Scoring:
Vocal Range:
G#2 C5
Sprechtstimme
Tessitura:
D3 G4
Role:
Medusa
Narrator
Voice:
Dramatic Soprano
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Time:
Greek Mythology
Place:
Synopsis:
Medusa was a Gorgon, born beautiful and mortal. In one of Athenas temples,
she was raped by Poseidon, who was disguised as a horse. Athena was furious
and as punishment, turned Medusas hair into writhing snakes. Her appearance
was so fearsome that men who looked on her were turned into stone. However,
she was mortal, and Perseus was sent to kill her. He accomplished this by staring
into his shield and seeing her reflection instead of looking into her eyes, while
Athena guided his hand with the sword. After he beheaded her, her blood
Justification:
Historical Significance:
composition and piano. Under tutelage with prominent pianists and composers, he
graduated with a doctorate in composition from Stanford University in 1964 and went on
to receive the 2me Prix de Composition at the Paris Conservatoire in 1965. Significant
awards throughout his career include the Marc Blitzstein Award in 1966 from the
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Academy of Arts and Letters for his opera, Dynamite Tonite, a Pulitzer Prize for music in
1988 for 12 New Etudes for Piano, and 3 Grammy Awards in 2006 for his setting of
Morris and together they have concertized for the past 30 years. (Wikipedia)
Medusa is an unparalleled work. From the moment of the first sound which is a
scratching technique in the bows, this music keeps the audience totally transfixed for 45
This role is not for the feint of heart; one has to know how to deliver screams, whispers,
growls, chortles, wheezes, gasps, and still sing from a very low throaty chest register to a
high C (C5). The character portrayal and text delivery are all important for this work. To
The big news of this evening was the Bolcom work: Medusa, which is subtitled
Monodrama for Dramatic Soprano and String Orchestra. That is a tidy summing up of
the pieceBolcom composed this extraordinary Medusa with his longtime collaborator,
the writer Arnold WeinsteinWeinstein came up with a brilliant libretto on the Medusa
theme. As Bolcom says in his accompanying notes, I have tried to sail my musical boat
according to Weinsteins laid-out course a wild ride full of surprisesThe grand curve
of the work traverses Medusas early beauty, her horrifying transformation, and her
death, which again leaves beauty in its wake. The audience was reluctant to stop
applauding and to leaveBolcoms score grips and startles and amuses throughout,
qualifying as a triumph.
(Nordlinger)
Lyrics:
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LIKE A PAIR OF OPEN GRAVES.
SEE THE TONGUE LAP THE LIZARD-SKIN CHIN,
SEE THE GUMS HANG IN FESTOONS
FORMING THE BARRACUDA GRIN
OF THE MEDUSA.
Come see the monster Medusa.
Look, listen and gasp at the serpents coiling in her curls, the adder and the asp.
Listen to the hissing, you dont know what youre missing till you hear reptiles reminisce
about dear desert days before their exile to the hair, the writhing crawling hair of the
Medusa.
SEE HER CRIES POLLUTE THE SKIES,
SEE HER CRUSTED EYES,
BLOOD RED
AS THOUGH A SEA-HAWK HAD BEEN FED
LIKE NOBODY YOU EVER KNEW.
LIKE NOTHING YOU DID EVER VIEW.
COME SEE THIS MONSTER MEDUSA.
THIS GRUESOME MUSE OF UGLINESS.
THIS DEFORMED ENORMITY
WHICH IN THE SWEET USED-TO-BE
IS NOT AT ALL WHAT SHE WAS
BEFORE THE FALL
OF THE MEDUSA. (ah ah)
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Its unfair!
He also sang off key.
She responded respectfully:
I know this is the move men make
But a god must know my souls at stake.
As Athenas vestal virgin I
Would rather die than break my vow.
Neptune was more excited now.
Tender virgins like you, child,
Drive us Olympians wild, child,
With your exquisite golden hair,
Fairer than gold, and more rare, child.
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V. The Expedition: Scena
Medusa, bewildered and ashamed
Of what she was blamed for,
Terrified that her family would be petrified by her look,
Marooned her lonely loathsome self
To a crag on the ocean shelf
And wondered and waited.
The goddess Athena was not mistaken:
Expeditions were undertaken.
Boats came, kept coming.
The twenty-four man-owar slumming to hear the hair hiss and the brass claws clack,
To see from afar
The raging stare of petrifaction ready to attack.
Even the farmer
In second-hand armor,
Sword and dagger,
Look at him swagger
Like bow-legged Hercules,
Ready to brave the seas
To see the Medusa.
Sail, sailor, dont be so slow,
Sail and see who runs the show.
Not the captain or admiral or
Surely no the man behind the oar,
While Neptunes down in his watery harem
Having an after-orgy snore.
Farmer, give your shield a shine
Youre a stoic, youre heroic,
Sail to me.
You are mine.
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Having looked into the eyes, the eyes
Of the Medusa.
Hear a lament of a hero for his life,
A faithless husband for his wife.
Hear the despair that rang through the air,
How it was music to Medusa of the hissing hair.
In the eternal necropolis below
Fish with eyes on the side of their head
Eternally watch a stone dead farmer
Watch the rust grow on second-hand armor.
Back home, a sweetheart of the fleet
In blissful ignorance embroiders a sheet;
On it is the face
Of the Medusa.
Part 2
VII. Interlude
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HERO, YOU ARE MINE!
X. Perseus
Lurking in the wings is a story
Common as Queen Annes lace:
A story of another god raping
Another pretty face.
Jove came to our heros mother
In a shower of gold
Of loving liquefaction.
(At least thats the tale she told.)
And Danae gave birth
To Perseus the fatherless
Who will offer Medusas head
To a king who will marry his mother.
(Any good son feels it his duty
To give his mother a King-sized bed.)
The gods are family.
Athena gave Perseus her shield.
Hermes gave him a sword
To slice off the head of Medusa
And a pouch to hold it in,
And the address of the cave
Where lived the three grey ladies
Who had the only remaining map
That led to the Medusa.
In a twilit cave the three grey ladies,
Dino, Enyo, and Perphrido,
Had one grey eye and one grey tooth among them:
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Dino, Enyo, and Perphrido.
One eye, one snaggle tooth they passed, they passed one to the other.
Persus flew down to the cave
Where he told the ladies his tale of woe.
Fatherless boy who yearns for legitimacy.
But how without Medusas head?
The grey ones wept,
Passing their one eye
To each other to share their tears.
They would show him the way
But the map had to stay.
But swift Perseus grabbed the one weeping eye
And refused to return it
Until the ladies gave him the map.
He swore hed bring it back.
Theyre waiting still.
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Tried me and failed,
Evry century or so,
Only to sink below.
But you, my wandring sea hawk,
Youll go home safe.
Ah! How gracefully
He circles to me!
Now, flying straight at me.
But with his back to me!
Looking in the mirror of his shield,
With his back to me!
Back-ward, back-ward,
Back-ward, with his sword
Beheading me!
Slicing through my neck,
Pouring my blood on the ground!
Pouring ly head into a swarming pouch,
Holding it high!
Medusa by William Bolcom and Arnold Weinstein is 2002 by Edward B. Marks Music
Company and Bolcom Music. Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved. (Bolcom)
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Figure 23: Thomas Pasatieri (1945 - ) (Koymasky)
Composer:
Thomas Pasatieri
Type:
156
Duration:
70 minutes
Libretto:
Six texts by the Polish cabaret artist Pola Braun, composed while incarcerated in
Publishers:
Pennsylvania
21th Century
World Premiere:
Seattle, Washington
Benaroya Hall
Scoring:
flute, oboe, clarinet, horn, trumpet, piano, harp, violin, viola, 2 celli, double bass
Vocal Range:
C3 Bb4
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Tessitura:
D3 E4
Role:
Pola Braun
Voice:
Dramatic Soprano
Time:
Place:
Synopsis:
Six powerful texts of one woman that opens a window to the emotional life of all
Justification:
Historical Significance:
Thomas Pasatieri was born on October 20, 1945 in New York City. By the age of
10, he was an accomplished pianist and performer and was composing when he was 15.
At 16, he entered the Julliard School of Music with a scholarship for composing and was
that schools first recipient of a doctoral degree. He has created 17 operas, hundreds of
songs, many choral works, concerti and sonatas. Pasatieri has taught composition at
Julliard, The Manhattan School of Music, and Cincinnati College and Conservatory of
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Music and was the Artistic Director at Atlanta Opera. In 1984 he moved to Los Angeles
to create his own film music production company entitled Topaz Productions, where
Pasatieri scored the music for Fried Green Tomatoes, Scent of a Woman, The Shawshank
Redemption, American Beauty, Erin Brockovich, Finding Nemo, and Angels in America.
(Koymasky)
Letter to Warsaw is a powerful score that echoes Pola Brauns poignantly written
Seattle, Washington, this haunting 70 minute song cycle was written for Jane Eaglen to
premiere and the music is unsurpassed in its portrayal of grief, passion, and sorrow. Two
of the six poems in this song cycle, Jew and Tsurik, were written during Brauns period in
the Warsaw ghetto. The remaining four Mother, Letter to Warsaw, Ordinary Day and
Moving Day date from her incarceration in Majdanek concentration camp, where she
subsequently perished. Braun was a cabaret artist and sang her own songs, accompanying
herself on the piano, but the music was lost. Braun has found a soul-mate in Pasatieri; his
neo-romantic style of writing only enhances such a riveting text. In his words:
Jane Eaglen, the dramatic soprano for whom this work was composed is quoted
Its so beautifully written for the voiceHe really knows how to set words. And
what words! Lines like : Where will you lead us: to freedom, or to the gas? are so
simply set, so they have a tremendous amout of power. Nothing is exaggerated or over-
emphasized. The music allows the words to speak for themselves.
(Bargreen)
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Lyrics:
Letter to Warsaw
Jew
Tell me, dear mama, what does the word Jew mean?
Is it something shameful, some sort of disgrace?
Tell me, do Jews really wear long beards,
Tell me, do they sway when they pray?
Tell me, dear mama, is it a disgrace,
That I am such a little Jew?
Tsurik a heym
You do not know Yiddish, Madam,
You dont know what it means, Madam,
When someone laments in this language.
You keep on asking Why? Madam
How can I explain this to you?
Either you understand or you dont.
Can I lend you my heart, Madam?
A person feels such things, after all.
When nostalgia takes hold of you,
Youll easily understand these words.
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A heymmeans home.
Tsurikmeans back.
And someones secretly crying,
And a heart is fiercely pounding.
A heymis nostalgia,
Its a locomotives whistle,
Its a sign youre gladly returning,
That youre already returning home.
A heymmeans home.
Tsurikmeans back.
And you want to share your sorrows,
Cry out your longing to someone.
Tsurik means to return.
A heymto your home
Where you no longer need to be sad,
Because youll begin to live anew.
Mother
Mre, Mother, Mutter in Polish means Mama.
In every language round the world the letter M is the same.
And everywhere around the world a mothers heart is the same
She always appears, comes running, when she hears a child cry, Mama.
Madame Janette tosses and turns in bed for the fifth year in a row,
Suffers from nervous shock before she drifts off, because her son fell in battle
Mistress Cripps strolls Hyde Park slowly and in dignified fashion,
Prayers flow from her colourless lips, because her son fell in battle.
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To that day, when horrid fate insidiously and deceptively
Struck a cruel and staggering blow, because it took a child from its mother.
Whoever survived that terrible day, when the children were taken away,
Will for ever hear, sounding in her ears, that last frightful cry: Mama.
He who was not a witness to those horrid days, though greatly moved he might be,
Will think, What a terrible nightmare! walk away, and forget.
But Janette, Mistress Cripps, and Frau Schmidt will not forget their children,
A painful, bloody scar will remain for ever on their hearts.
And one certain lady faced a calamity greater than Janettes, Cripps or Schmidts,
Her son was taken by fate for one wordJewwritten on his birth certificate.
Every one of these four women experienced a great tragedy,
A Jewish woman, you see, suffers just like a German, French or English woman.
Letter to Warsaw
I barely get lost in thought in the barrack,
Gazing out of the window through the mist of stubborn tears,
Before Im dreaming about Warsaw and the Vistula
And Im so sadI dont know whats wrong with me.
Warsaw, my dearest,
Is your song now a bullets whistle?
Proud city, endure your chains,
Place my letter next to your heart!
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My loving home-town,
City of my youth and first tremblings.
Oh, to return someday to Theatre Square
On the first sunny day of freedom!
You will mould bricks from the sweat of your own labour,
From these bricks the city will rise and take flight.
So dont give in to nostalgia
Drive sadness and angers shadow from your brow!
You will again return to Theatre Square
On the first sunny day of freedom.
I. An Ordinary Day
This is how my day began:
A headache in the morning,
Then those sundry rumours
And an ever-changing mood.
The strange apprehension
Mixed with serious panic,
Then dull resignation:
Why even bother? Whos it for?
Better, more talented souls have died,
And the world likewise didnt care.
Its really not a big deal,
If one more person isnt spared.
Even so, I dont want to die,
In fact, I really want to live.
Its just so dreadful knowing,
That there is no place to hide.
That youll neatly stand in rows of five
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During the roll-call every day,
And youll simply go this way
To a known and certain end.
Yet something taps at the bottom of your heart,
Something still makes it stir,
Does not want to let you consider
Thoughts of a sudden death.
Something inside still gives you hope,
And your thoughts wander in circles:
Perhaps not all is lost?
Perhaps, after all, they wont have time?
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Vyam-likh malkhusei bhayeikhon u-v yomeikhon
u-vhayei dkhol beys Yisra-el,
baagala u-vi-zman kariv, vimru amen.
May Gods name be exalted and hallowed throughout the world that He created, as is
Gods wish. May Gods sovereignty soon be accepted, during our life and the life of all
Israel. And let us say: Amen.
Glorified and celebrated, lauded and worshiped, exalted and honoured, extolled and
acclaimed may the Holy One be, praised beyond all song and psalm, beyond all tributes
that mortals can utter. And let us say: Amen.
Let there be abundant peace from heaven, with lifes goodness for us and for all Israel.
And let us say: Amen.
May the One who brings peace to His universe bring peace to us and to all Israel. And let
us say: Amen.
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Photo by Alex Cao
Composer:
Bright Sheng
Type:
Orchestra
Duration:
23 minutes
Libretto:
Bright Sheng
21th Century
World Premiere:
Seattle, Washington
Benaroya Hall
February 5, 2004
Scoring:
3 flutes (2nd doubling alto flute and piccolo 2, 3rd doubling piccolo 1), 2 oboes,
Vocal Range:
C3 B4
Tessitura:
G3 G4
Voice:
Dramatic Soprano
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Synopsis:
Narration about the mystical bird Phoenix, who dwells in Arabia, but flies around
Justification:
Historical Significance:
the traditional elements of Western music with the flavor and beauty of Chinese folk
melodies. Born in 1955 in Shanghai, China, Sheng was studying piano with his mother
by the time he was four. Moving to New York in 1982, he pursued his education in
composition at Queens College and Columbia University, graduating with a Masters and
Doctorate, under the tutelage of Leonard Bernstein, among others. Receiving many
commissions for his compositions, he writes symphonic works, concerti, and chamber
works. In 2003, Santa Fe Opera presented the world premiere of Madame Mao, a two
act psychological portrait of Jiang Qing, Chairman Maos wife. Sheng has been a
member of the composition faculty at the University of Michigan since 1995 and now
addition to composing, Sheng enjoys an active career as a conductor, concert pianist, and
evocative instrument of shimmering beauty. The concept for the composition came from
In the spring of 2003, I was approached by both the Seattle Symphony and
the Danish National Symphony Orchestra to write a new work for each orchestra.
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The Seattle Symphony requested a work for voice and orchestra for the superb
soprano Jane Eaglen for the Symphony's centennial celebration; and the commission
from the Danish National Symphony Orchestra would be for the bicentennial birth
anniversary of Hans Christian Andersen. While perusing through Andersen's works,
I came upon a prose text called The Bird Phoenix. I was immediately drawn to the
thought of combining these two projects together. I was attracted not only to the
beautiful and beguiling narrative, but also moved by the profundity and the
grandiose portrayal of the mystical bird phoenix the bird of Arabia. I found
Andersen's interpretation of the bird to be illuminating in that it went far beyond the
traditional understanding of the legend. He had transformed the celebrated bird into
the muse of all artistic creation a bird of epic proportion and majestic inspiration,
and the muse of all peoples.
Bright Sheng
Sheng has captured the essence of the mystical bird in this composition. He does
technique that has voice and instrument combine to become pure musical expression.
(Bargreen) In a critical review by Diane Wright of the Seattle Times at the premiere of
(Wright)
This work is stirring; its sounds ethereal and other-worldly. The long flowing
lines of the soprano voice soar above the lush instrumentation of the orchestration and
this work, as its own entity, is a symbol of the beauty found in music.
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Lyrics:
The Phoenix
In the Garden of Eden, under the tree of knowledge, bloomed a rosebush. Here in
the first blossom, a bird was born her flight was as swift as the flashing of light,
and her plumage was as ravishing as her enchanting songs.
Yet when Eve plucked the apple from the tree, and she and Adam were expelled
from Paradise by the angel's flaming sword, a spark fell into the bird's nest, setting it
ablaze. The bird perished in the flames, but from one red hot egg deep inside the
nest, there fluttered aloft a new bird the one and only Phoenix! The legend tells us
that she dwells in Arabia and every hundred years she sets afire her own nest and
dies. But each time from the glittering egg, arises a new Phoenix, dashing into the
world.
She hovers around us, swift as light, sweet in song and resplendent in color. When
a mother sits by her baby's cradle, the bird rests on the pillow and her bright wings
form a glory around the baby's head. She flies through the houses of the poor and
brings rays of sunshine, leaving behind the perfume of violets. The Phoenix is not
only seen in Arabia. No, she soars through the glimmer of the northern lights across
the icy plains of Lapland. She dances among the yellow flowers in the short summers
of Greenland. And in the shape of a moth, she flies over the hymns of the miners
beneath the copper mountains of Fahlun and coal mines of England. On a leaf of a
lotus, she floats down the sacred waters of the Ganges and brightens the eyes of the
Hindu Girl.
The bird Phoenix! Do you not know her? The bird of Paradise, the holy swan of
songs! On the Thespian cart, she flapped her filthy black wings, disguised as a
chattering raven. Her red swan beak glided across the Icelandic harp. And she flew
through the halls of songtest in Wartburg. She sang the Marseillaise and you kissed
the beautiful feather as it fell from her wing.
She came in the splendor of Paradise. The Phoenix, the holy swan of songs, reborn
each century, created in flames to perish in flames! Your golden rimmed portrait
hangs in the palaces of kings, but you yourself, lost and lonely, wing around only
in the legend: the Phoenix of Arabia.
In the Garden of Eden, under the tree of knowledge, you were born. When the first
rose blossomed, God kissed you and called you your rightful name music.
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Figure 25: Stephen Paulus (1949 - ) (Blue)
"As a composer you have long stretches when you are writing and thinking and
cogitating and ruminating and finally it all comes together. Then you have a burst of a
few days to a few weeks, depending of whether it's a chamber work or an opera, when
there's this intense public activity. You go to rehearsals, interact with performers, talk to
the conductor, meet patrons and board members and you're expected to be able to speak
about your work. Then all of a sudden, you crawl back in your hole or wherever and go
back to writing music again." (Blue)
Composer:
Stephen Paulus
Type:
Duration:
25 minutes
Libretto:
Publishers:
21 Century
World Premiere:
Augusta, Georgia
Scoring:
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Vocal Range:
D3 C5
Tessitura:
G3 G4
Voice:
Dramatic Soprano
Synopsis:
Justification:
Historical Significance:
Stephen Paulus has composed over 200 works for orchestra, chorus, chamber
ensemble, solo voice, keyboard and opera. Born in Summit, New Jersey, Paulus began
studying piano with his parents when he was 10, and at 13 he began composing. He
receives commissions from all over the world from organizations, symphony orchestras,
soloists. His choral works have been performed and recorded by some of the most
recognizable and distinguished groups in the United States, with his music being
represented on over 50 recordings. This composer is credited with nine operas to his
name to date, including The Postman Always Rings Twice which was the first American
have come from such companies as Opera Theatre of St. Louis, Washington Opera,
Boston Lyric Opera, Florida Grand Opera, Berkshire Opera Company, Minnesota Opera,
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and Fort Worth Opera. Paulus has been guest conductor at Aspen, Santa Fe,
Paulus music has been described by critics as rugged, angular, lyrical, lean,
rhythmically aggressive, original often gorgeous, moving, and uniquely American. (Blue,
Arsis Audio) Pierre Ruhe of the Atlanta Journal-Constitution called the premeire
Erotic Spirits was composed for Deborah Voigt, one of the foremost reigning
dramatic sopranos of our time. This piece was commissioned by the Augusta Symphony
Orchestra and debuted in Augusta on September 11, 2004, and then making its New York
debut May 3, 2006 with Deborah Voigt and ACO. This moving work is a set for eight
Lyrics:
I. Eros
Eros seizes and shakes my very soul
Like the wind on the mountain
Shaking ancient oaks.
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Together we celebrate love,
a love more fragrant than wine.
Oh, how I adore you!
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will please; never
Can this decay, but is beginning ever.
VII. Fireflies
When I think of you,
fireflies in the marsh rise
like the soul's jewels,
lost to eternal longing,
abandoning my body
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