Singer Pur 25th anniversary concert

Brief Description: 
Vocal ensemble performance
Date: 
8 Mar 2017
Location: 
Prinzregententheater, Munich

Singer Pur

Singer Pur will give a special concert at the Prinzregententheater Munich for their 25th anniversary. This will include a new piece written for them, as a gift, by Gavin: Words for Music. This sets two poems by W B Yeats from his collection Words and Music, Perhaps (1932) or the six voices of Singer Pur plus Gavin on double bass. The poems are "Mad as the Mist and Snow" and Those Dancing Days are Gone." The texts are copied here. Singer Pur performed pieces with bass when they were with Gavin at Villa I Tatti for the concert following the release of the Vilaa I Tatti Madrugals CD (BCGBCD26) in April 2016.

Words for Music

"Mad as the Mist and Snow"

 

Bolt and bar the shutter,

For the foul winds blow;

Our minds are at their best this night,

And I seem to know

That everything outside us is

Mad as the mist and snow.

 

Horace there by Homer stands,

Plato stands below,

And here is Tully's open page.

How many years ago

Were you and I unlettered lads

Mad as the mist and snow.

 

You ask what makes me sigh, old friend,

What makes me shudder so?

I shudder and I sigh to think

That even Cicero

And many-minded Homer were

Mad as the mist and snow.

(12 February 1929)

 

"Those Dancing Days are Gone"

 

Come, let me sing into your ear,

Those dancing days are gone,

All that silk and satin gear;

Crouch upon a stone,

Wrapping that foul body up

In as foul a rag:

I carry the sun in a golden cup,

The moon in a silver bag.

 

Curse as you may I sing it through,

What matter if the knave

That the most could pleasure you,

The children that he gave,

Are somewhere sleeping like a top

Under a marble flag?

I carry the sun in a golden cup,

The moon in a silver bag.

 

I thought it out this very day,

Noon upon the clock,

A man may put pretence away

Who leans upon a stick,

May sing, and sing until he drop,

Whether to maid or hag:

I carry the sun in a golden cup,

The moon in a silver bag.

(8 March 1029)

From W B Yeats: Words for Music, Perhaps (1932)

poems XVIII and XIX

 

 

 

 

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