Op. 12 Four Songs of Love and Loss 愛と喪失の4つの歌


Op. 12 作品番号12
Title: Four Songs of Love and Loss 作品名:愛と喪失の4つの歌
Length: 13 mins 長さ:13分
Completed: 2020 完成年:2020年
Scoring: Baritone & Piano 編成:バリトンとピアノ
First Performance: June 2022 初演:2022年6月
Sheet Music: Published 楽譜:出版済み
YouTube Recording: Yes YouTubeで録音:有り
Commercial Recording: No 録音販売:無し


Four Songs of Love and Loss is a suite of English romantic poems connected by the theme of “memory”.


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Poems 詩

I.  Memory – William Browne (1692-1774)

So shuts the marigold her leaves
At the departure of the sun;
So from the honeysuckle sheaves
The bee goes when the day is done;
So sits the turtle when she is but one,
And so all woe, as I since she is gone.

To some few birds kind Nature hath
Made all the summer as one day:
Which once enjoy’d, cold winter’s wrath
As night they sleeping pass away.
Those happy creatures are, that know not yet
The pain to be deprived or to forget.

I oft have heard men say there be
Some that with confidence profess
The helpful Art of Memory:
But could they teach Forgetfulness,
I’d learn; and try what further art could do
To make me love her and forget her too.


II.  False though She be – William Congreve (1670-1729)

False though she be to me and love,
I’ll ne’er pursue revenge;
For still the charmer I approve,
Though I deplore her change.

In hours of bliss we oft have met:
They could not always last;
And though the present I regret,
I’m grateful for the past.


III.  Love and Life: a Song – John Wilmot (1647-1680)

All my past life is mine noe more
The flying Houres are gon
Like transitory Dreames giv’n ore
Whose Images are kept in Store
By Memory alone.

What ever is to come is not
How can it then be mine,
The present Moment’s all my Lott
And that as fast as it is got
Phillis is wholy thine.

Then talke not of Inconstancy,
False Hearts, and broken Vows,
If I, by Miracle can be,
This live-long Minute true to thee,
Tis all that Heav’n allows.


IV. Song – John Clare (1793-1864)

I hid my love when young while I
Coud’nt bear the buzzing of a flye
I hid my love to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place
Where ere I saw a wild flower lye
I kissed and bade my love good bye

I met her in the greenest dells
Where dew drops pearl the wood blue bells
The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye
The Bee kissed and went singing bye
A sun beam found a passage there
A gold chain round her neck so fair
As secret as the wild bees song
She lay there all the summer long

I hid my love in field and town
Till e’en the breeze would knock me down
The Bees seemed singing ballads oe’r
The flyes buzz turned a Lions roar
And even silence found a tongue
To haunt me all the summer long
The Riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love