carthage music department presents
Two Birds, One Stone A Clarinet and Vocal Recital by Katiann Nelson featuring London Roysden, soprano Melissa Cardamone, piano
Sunday, Jan. 31, 2021 | 2 p.m. | Recital Hall
program There is no intermission “Ah guarda sorella” Cosi fan tutte
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791)
London Roysden, soprano Pieta Signore Elegie
Anonymous
Jules Massenet (1842-1912)
L’heure Exquise
Reynaldo Hahn (1874-1947)
An den Mond
Franz Schubert (1797-1828)
Die Bekehrte
Max Stange (1856-1932)
Selections from “12 Poems of Emily Dickinson” 4. The world feels dusty 9. I felt a funeral in my brain 10. I’ve heard an organ talk sometimes
Aaron Copland (1900-1990)
***************** Romanian Folk Dances I. Bot tánc (Stick Dance) II. Brâul (Sash Dance) III. Topogó (In One Spot) IV. Bucsumi tánc (Dance from Bucsum) V. Román polka (Romanian Polka) VI. Aprózó (Fast Dance) Dancing Solo I. with shadows II. eight to the bar III. in ten slow circles IV. flat out Dance Preludes I. Allegro molto II. Andantino III. Allegro giocoso IV. Andante V. Allegro molto
Béla Bartók (1881-1945)
Libby Larsen (b. 1950)
Witold Lutosławski (1913-1994)
translations “Ah, guarda, sorella” from Cosi fan tutte FIORDILIGI Ah, guarda, sorella, Se bocca più bella, Se petto più nobile Si può ritrovar.
FIORDILIGI Ah tell me sister, If one could ever find A nobler face, A sweeter mouth.
DORABELLA Osserva tu un poco, Che fuoco ha né’ sguardi! Se fiamma, se dardi Non sembran scoccar.
DORABELLA Just look, See what fire Is in his eye, If flames and darts Do not seem to flash forth!
FIORDILIGI Si vede un sembiante Guerriero ed amante.
FIORDILIGI This is the face Of a soldier and a lover.
DORABELLA Si vede una faccia Che alletta e minaccia.
DORABELLA This is a face Both charming and alarming.
FIORDILIGI Io sono felice.
FIORDILIGI AND DORABELLA How happy I am! If ever my heart Changes its affection, May love make me Live in pain.
DORABELLA Felice son io. FIORDILIGI E DORABELLA Se questo mio core Mai cangia desio, Amore mi faccia Vivendo penar.
translations Pieta Signore Pietà, Signore, di me dolente! Signor, pietà, se a te giunge il mio pregar; non mi punisca il tuo rigor, meno severi, clementi ognora, volgi i tuoi sguardi sopra di me. Non fia mai che nell’inferno sia dannato nel fuoco eterno dal tuo rigor. Gran Dio, giammai sia dannato nel fuoco eterno dal tuo rigor. Pietà, Signore, Signore, pietà di me dolente, se a te giunge il mio pregare.
Have mercy, Lord, on me in my remorse! Lord, have mercy if my prayer rises to you; do not chastise me in your severity, less harshly, always mercifully, look down on me, etc. Never let me be condemned to hell in the eternal fire by your severity. Almighty God, never let me be condemned to hell in the eternal fire by your severity, etc. Have mercy, Lord, Lord, have mercy on me in my remorse, if my prayer rises to you, etc.
Meno severi, clementi ognora, volgi i tuoi sguardi, deh! volgi sguardi su me, Signor.
Less harshly, always mercifully, look down, ah! look down on me, Lord.
Elegie Ô, doux printemps d’autrefois, vertes saisons, Vous avez fui pour toujours! Je ne vois plus le ciel bleu; Je n’entends plus les chants joyeux des oiseaux! En emportant mon bonheur, Ô bien-aimé, tu t’en es allé! Et c’est en vain que revient le printemps! Oui, sans retour, Avec toi, le gai soleil, Les jours riants sont partis! Comme en mon coeur tout est sombre et glacé! Tout est flétri pour toujours!
O sweet springtimes of old verdant seasons You have fled forever I no longer see the blue sky I no longer hear the bird’s joyful singing And, taking my happiness with you You have gone on your way my love! In vain the Spring returns Yes, never to return. The bright sun has gone with you The days of happiness have fled How gloomy and cold is my heart All is withered! Forever!
translations L’heure Exquise La lune blanche luit dans les bois. De chaque branche Part une voix Sous la ramée
The white moon Gleams in the woods; From every branch There comes a voice Beneath the boughs...
O bien aimée.
O my beloved.
L’étang reflète, profond miroir, la silhouette du saule noir où le vent pleure.
The pool reflects, Deep mirror, The silhouette Of the black willow Where the wind is weeping...
Rêvons, c’est l’heure.
Let us dream, it is the hour.
Un vaste et tendre apaisement semble descendre du firmament que l’astre irise.
A vast and tender Consolation Seems to fall From the sky The moon illumines...
C’est l’heure exquise!
Exquisite hour!
An den Mond Geuss, lieber Mond, geuss deine Silberflimmer Durch dieses Buchengrün, Wo Phantasien und Traumgestalten Immer vor mir vorüber fliehn. Enthülle dich, dass ich die Stätte finde, Wo oft mein Mädchen sass, Und oft, im Wehn des Buchbaums und der Linde, Der goldnen Stadt vergass. Enthülle dich, dass ich des Strauchs mich freue, Der Kühlung ihr gerauscht, Und einen Kranz auf jeden Anger streue, Wo sie den Bach belauscht. Dann, lieber Mond, dann nimm den Schleier wieder, Und traur um deinen Freund, Und weine durch den Wolkenflor hernieder, Wie dein Verlassener weint!
Beloved moon, shed your silver radiance through these green beeches, where fancies and dreamlike images forever flit before me. Unveil yourself, that I may find the spot where my beloved sat, where often, in the swaying branches of the beech and lime, she forgot the gilded town. Unveil yourself, that I may delight in the whispering bushes that cooled her, and lay a wreath on that meadow where she listened to the brook. Then, beloved moon, take your veil once more, and mourn for your friend. Weep down through the hazy clouds, as the one you have forsaken weeps.
translations Die Bekehrte Bei dem Glanz der Abendröte Ging ich still den Wald entlang, Damon saß und blies die Flöte, Daß es von den Felsen klang, So la la! . . .
In the radiance of the sunset glow I walked quietly along the forest, Damon sat and played his flute So that it rang from the rocky cliffs, So la la! . . .
Und er zog mich zu sich nieder, Küßte mich so hold, und süß. Und ich sagte: blase wieder! Und der gute Junge blies, So la la! . . .
And he drew me down, Kissed me so sweetly, And I said: play again! And the good lad played, So la la! . . .
Meine Ruh ist nun verloren, Meine Freude floh davon, Und ich hör’ vor meinen Ohren Immer nur den alten Ton, So la la, le ralla! . . .
My peace is now lost, My joy has flown away, And in my ears I hear Always only the old sound, So la la, le ralla! . . .
Selections from “12 Poems of Emily Dickinson” The World Feels Dusty, Original Text and Copland adaptation The World - feels Dusty The world feels dusty When We stop to Die When we stop to die; We want the Dew - then We want the dew then, Honors - taste dry Honors taste dry. Flags - vex a Dying face But the least Fan Stirred by a friend’s Hand Cools - like the Rain -
Flags vex a dying face, But the least fan Stirred by a friend’s hand Cools like the Rain.
Mine be the Ministry When thy Thirst comes Dews of Thessaly, to fetch And Hybla Balms -
Mine be the ministry When thy thirst comes, Dews of thyself to fetch And holy balms.
translations I felt a Funeral in my Brain, Original Text and adaptation I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And I dropped down, and downAnd Mourners to and fro I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, Kept treading - treading - till it seemed And Mourners to and fro That Sense was breaking through Kept treading, treading, treading, treading till it seemed And when they all were seated, That Sense was breaking through A Service, like a Drum Kept beating - beating - till I thought And when they all were seated, My mind was going numb A Service, like a Drum Kept beating - beating - till I thought And then I heard them lift a Box My mind was going numb And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, And then I heard them lift a Box Then Space - began to toll, And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, As all the Heavens were a Bell, Then Space - began to toll, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race, As all the Heavens were a Bell, Wrecked, solitary, here And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race, And then a Plank in Reason, broke Wrecked, solitary, here And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing - then-
I’ve heard an organ talk sometimes, Original and Copland Adaptation I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes In a Cathedral Aisle, In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said – And understood no word it said Yet held my breath, the while – Yet held my breath, the while And risen up – and gone away, And risen up and gone away, A more Berdardine Girl – A more Berdardine Girl Yet – know not what was done to me Yet know not what was done to me In that old Chapel Aisle. In that old Hallowed Aisle.
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