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"The Wild Swans at Coole" poem by W. B. Yeats
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Poem by W. B. Yeats, written for piano and mezzo soprano.
jazz classical instrumental vocal opera orchestra chamber ballet
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Composer for large-scale performance work, ballet and opera. Have written music for classical theatrical productions of Shakespeare, ("The Tempest," "The Twelft
Loren Lieberman is a native of Denver, Colorado, now living on the West Coast in California, where he is best known for his work as an actor in Classical and Shakespearean Theatre. He has a degree from Sonoma State University in Theatre Arts, and has been an Honor's Music Composition Student at the College of Marin, Santa Rosa Junior College, and at Sonoma State University. He has won an award for composition from the Redwood Empire Music Association. He has recently completed an opera in Russian, based on the novel by Alexander Solzhenitsyn, "Cancer Ward", (and of the same name), and is currently working on his fourth opera, based on the Classical Tragedy by Sophocles, "Oedipus the King," with a libretto in Ancient Greek. His interest in languages has shaped much of his artistic temperment, and he is self taught in Russian and Sanskrit, and has hopes to begin his next opera, Shakespeare's, "Romeo and Juliet," in Hindi.
Song Info
Genre
Classical Opera
Charts
Peak #119
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Loren Lieberman
Rights
2008
Uploaded
September 13, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB 128 kbps 3:22
Story behind the song
The music has an unusual compactness to its overall form. The few bars of musical introduction to verse 3, ("I have looked upon those brilliant creatures...."), may be taken a bit slower than the audio file, and then back to a tempo with the voice. The music written here was intended by the composer to mimic the quacking of ducks. (!). If you are interested in obtaining the sheet music, or an audio MP3 file, please contact me at adhikapokoya@gmail.com
Lyrics
W.B. Yeats (18651939) The Wild Swans at Coole The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine and fifty swans. The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings. I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. Alls changed since I, hearing at twilight, The first time on this shore, The bell-beat of their wings above my head, Trod with a lighter tread. Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold, Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old; Passion or conquest, wander where they will, Attend upon them still. But now they drift on the still water Mysterious, beautiful; Among what rushes will they build, By what lakes edge or pool Delight mens eyes, when I awake some day To find they have flown away? 1919.
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Roger John
May 02, 2012
Neat great idea