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Shelter This Candle. Full Score. Elizabeth Alexander. Choir sheet music. Harp sheet music. Horn sheet music. Advanced.
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Ly Dette Candle. Full Score. Elizabeth Alexander. Choir noter. Harp noter. Horn noter. Avansert.
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Shelter This Candle. Full Score. composed by Elizabeth Alexander. For Mixed Chorus and Chamber Ensemble. SATB choir, oboe, horn, cello and harp. Collegiate Repertoire, Community Chorus, Concert Music. Community, Darkness & Light, Secular, Choral. Advanced. Full score. Text language. English. Duration 12 minutes. Published by Seafarer Press. SF.SEA-080-00. With Text language. English. Community, Darkness & Light, Secular, Choral. This atmospheric and evocative work creates a world of dazzling light, utter darkness, desolate solitude and joyful delight. Sounds of wind and falling tears are woven throughout, with haunting whispers and vocal effects. The piece opens and closes with tender repetitions of the phrase "shelter this candle," Edna St. Vincent Millay's reminder to protect the glimmers of hope during darker times. Commissioned by VOICES Chorale. Lyn Ransom, music director. Pennington, NJ. Commissioned in celebration of the 20th Anniversary of VOICES Chorale. Composer's Note. Millay's dark but candlelit cavern is nothing less than our own beautiful but imperfect world, where our losses and hardships may leave us overwhelmed by grief or despair. During times like these, leaving the cave is not an option. But sheltering our communal candle is. The chamber ensemble plays a major role in this piece, with a significant introduction and dramatic interludes. Text. Shelter this candle from the wind. Hold it steady. In its light The cave wherein we wander lost Glitters with frosty stalactite, Blossoms with mineral rose and lotus, Sparkles with crystal moon and star, Till a man would rather be lost than found. We have forgotten where we are. Shelter this candle. Shrewdly blowing Down the cave from a secret door Enters our only foe, the wind. Hold it steady. Lest we stand, Each in a sudden, separate dark, The hot wax spattered upon your hand, The smoking wick in my nostrils strong, The inner eyelid red and green For a moment yet with moons and roses,- Then the unmitigated dark. Alone, alone in a terrible place, In utter dark without a face, With only the dripping of the water on the stone, And the sound of your tears, and the taste of my own. From The Buck in The Woods, Copyright 1928, 1955. All rights reserved. Used by permission of Elizabeth Barnett, literary executor for the Millay Society.
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Ly Dette Candle. Full Score. komponert av Elizabeth Alexander. For blandet kor og kammerensemble. SATB kor, obo, horn, cello og harpe. Collegiate Repertoar, samfunn Refreng Konsert Music. Samfunnet, Darkness. Avansert. Full score. Tekstspråket. Norsk. Varighet 12 minutter. Publisert av Seafarer Press. SF.SEA-080-00. Med tekstspråk. Norsk. Samfunnet, Darkness. Dette atmosfærisk og stemningsfull arbeid skaper en verden av blendende lys, stummende mørke, øde ensomhet og gledelig glede. Lyder av vind og fallende tårer er vevd hele, med uforglemmelige hvisker og vokaleffekter. Stykket åpner og lukker med anbudet repetisjoner av uttrykket "ly dette stearinlys," Edna St. Vincent Millay påminnelse til beskytte glimter av håp i mørkere tider. Bestilt av VOICES Chorale. Lyn Ransom, musikalsk leder. Pennington, NJ. Bestilt i feiringen av 20-årsdagen for VOICES Chorale. Komponistens Note. Millay's dark but candlelit cavern is nothing less than our own beautiful but imperfect world, where our losses and hardships may leave us overwhelmed by grief or despair. I tider som disse, forlater hulen er ikke et alternativ. Men gjemmer vår felles stearinlys er. Kammerensemble spiller en stor rolle i dette stykket, med en betydelig introduksjon og dramatiske mellomspill. Tekst. Shelter this candle from the wind. Hold det stødig. In its light The cave wherein we wander lost Glitters with frosty stalactite, Blossoms with mineral rose and lotus, Sparkles with crystal moon and star, Till a man would rather be lost than found. We have forgotten where we are. Shelter this candle. Shrewdly blowing Down the cave from a secret door Enters our only foe, the wind. Hold det stødig. Lest we stand, Each in a sudden, separate dark, The hot wax spattered upon your hand, The smoking wick in my nostrils strong, The inner eyelid red and green For a moment yet with moons and roses,- Then the unmitigated dark. Alone, alone in a terrible place, In utter dark without a face, With only the dripping of the water on the stone, And the sound of your tears, and the taste of my own. From The Buck in The Woods, Copyright 1928, 1955. Alle rettigheter forbeholdt. Brukt med tillatelse fra Elizabeth Barnett, litterær byrder for Millay Society.
