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"Autumnal" Ruben Dario
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Composition for Tenor and orchestra, in Spanish
jazz classical instrumental vocal opera orchestra chamber ballet
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Composer for large-scale performance work, ballet and opera. Have written music for classical theatrical productions of Shakespeare, ("The Tempest," "The Twelft
Loren Lieberman is a native of Denver, Colorado, now living on the West Coast in California, where he is best known for his work as an actor in Classical and Shakespearean Theatre. He has a degree from Sonoma State University in Theatre Arts, and has been an Honor's Music Composition Student at the College of Marin, Santa Rosa Junior College, and at Sonoma State University. He has won an award for composition from the Redwood Empire Music Association. He has recently completed an opera in Russian, based on the novel by Alexander Solzhenitsyn, "Cancer Ward", (and of the same name), and is currently working on his fourth opera, based on the Classical Tragedy by Sophocles, "Oedipus the King," with a libretto in Ancient Greek. His interest in languages has shaped much of his artistic temperment, and he is self taught in Russian and Sanskrit, and has hopes to begin his next opera, Shakespeare's, "Romeo and Juliet," in Hindi.
Song Info
Genre
Classical • Opera
Charts
Peak #130
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Ruben Dario/Masaru Yonemitsu
Rights
adhikapokoya 2011
Uploaded
January 18, 2011
Track Files
MP3
MP3 8.0 MB • 128 kbps • 8:46
Story behind the song
The composition is in Spanish. An English translation follows:
Lyrics
Autumnal In the pale afternoon the clouds go by Aimlessly roving in the quiet sky. His head between his hands, the dreamer weaves His dream of clouds and Autumn-colored leaves. Ah, his intimate sorrow, his long sighs, And the glad radiance that has dimmed his eyes! And all the tender glances, the blond tresses, The rose hands over-brimming with caresses, The sudden faces smiling everywhere In the gold-dusted curtains of the air! In the pale afternoon A friendly faerie maiden comes to me And tells me tales of many a secret thing Fraught with the spell and music of the moon, And I have learned what wonder the birds sing, And what the breezes bring over the sea, All that lies hidden in the mist or gleams, A fleeting presence, in a young girl's dreams. And once the thirst of infinite desire Possessed me like a fever, and I said, "I want to feel all radiance, fragrance, fire And joy of life within me, to inspire My soul forever!" And the faerie maid Called me to follow her, and when he spoke It was as if a harp to the soft stroke Of loving hands had wakened suddenly: She syllabled hope's language, calling me. Oh, thirst for the idea! From the height Of a great mountain forested with night She showed me all the stars and told their names; It was a golden garden wherein grows The fleur-de-lys of heaven, leaved with flames. And I cried, "More!" and then the dawn arose. The dawn came blushing; on her forehead beamed Delicate splendor, and to me it seemed A girl that, opening her casement, sees Her lover watching her, and with surprise Reddens but cannot hide her from his eyes. And I cried, "More!" The faerie maiden smiled And called the flowers, and the flowers were Lovely and fresh and moist with essences, - The virgin rose that in the woods grows wild, The gentle lily tall and shy and fair, The daisy glad and timid as a child, Poppies and marigolds, and all the rare Blossoms that freight with dreams the evening air. But I cried, "More!" And then the winds brushed by Bearing the laughter of the world, the cry Of all glad lovers in the woods of Spring, And echoes, and all pleasant murmuring Of rustling leaf or southward-flying bird, Unworded songs and musics never heard. The faerie maiden, smiling, led me where The sky is stretched over the world, above Our heights and depths of hoping and despair, Beyond the reach of singing and of love. And then the tore the veil. And I say there That all was dawn. And in the deeps there A woman's Face radiant exceedingly.- Ah, never, Muses, never could ye say The holy joyance that enkindled me!- "More?…" said the faerie in her laughing way; But I saw the Face only. And I dreamed.
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