Op. 15 Summer Songs 夏の調べ
| Op. 15 | 作品番号１５ |
| Title: Summer Songs | 作品名：夏の調べ |
| Length: 9 mins | 長さ：９分 |
| Completed: 2022 | 完成年：２０２２年 |
| Scoring: Baritone, Violin & Piano | 編成：バリトンとバイオリンとピアノ |
| 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 |
Summer Songs is a suite of three short songs setting to music three romantic poems about an English summer.
「夏の調べ」は、ロマンチックな英詩3作を基に書かれた曲です。
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Poems 詩
I. Summer – Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)
Winter is cold-hearted
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weather-cock
Blown every way:
Summer days for me
When every leaf is on its tree;
When Robin’s not a beggar,
And Jenny Wren’s a bride,
And larks hang singing, singing, singing,
Over the wheat-fields wide,
And anchored lilies ride,
And the pendulum spider
Swings from side to side,
And blue-black beetles transact business,
And gnats fly in a host,
And furry caterpillars hasten
That no time be lost,
And moths grow fat and thrive,
And ladybirds arrive.
Before green apples blush,
Before green nuts embrown,
Why, one day in the country
Is worth a month in town;
Is worth a day and a year
Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion
That days drone elsewhere.
II. The Fly – William Blake (1757-1827)
Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
III. I love to see the summer beaming forth – John Clare (1793-1864)
I love to see the summer beaming forth
And white wool sack clouds sailing to the north
I love to see the wild flowers come again
And mare blobs stain with gold the meadow drain
And water lilies whiten on the floods
Where reed clumps rustle like a wind shook wood
Where from her hiding place the Moor Hen pushes
And seeks her flag nest floating in bull rushes
I like the willow leaning half way o’er
The clear deep lake to stand upon its shore
I love the hay grass when the flower head swings
To summer winds and insects happy wings
That sport about the meadow the bright day
And see bright beetles in the clear lake play