Tanglewood
Theatre
SIX
CONCERTS OF CHAMBER MUSIC
Tuesday Evenings at 8:00
July 11
Phyllis Curtin, Soprano
Ryan Edwards,
Pianist
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BOSTON
SYMPHONY
ORCHESTRA
ERICH LEINSDORF
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BERKSHIRE FESTIVAL
BALDWIN PIANO
1967
RCA VICTOR RECORDS
7
LDS
SECOND CONCERT OF THE CHAMBER MUSIC
SERIES
PHYLLIS CURTIN, Soprano
RYAN EDWARDS,
Pianist
Poems of Paul Verlaine
Faure No. 3 from "Cinq Melodies", Op. 58
Debussy No. 5 from "Ariettes oubliees"
Green
Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here also is my heart,
which beats only for you. Do not rend it with your two white hands; may
this humble offering seem sweet to your lovely eyes. My brow is covered
with dew which the morning wind has turned to frost. Let me rest a moment (at your feet) and refresh myself with dreams of cherished moments.
On your young bosom, let me cradle my head which is still ringing with
the music of your last kisses; let me be soothed after the good storm, and
let me sleep a little while you rest.
—
Faure No. 5 from "Cinq Melodies", Op. 58
Debussy No. 1 from "Ariettes oubliees"
Cest I'Extase
languorous ecstasy, this is sensual weariness, this is the rustling of
the chorus of little voices among
forests in the embrace of the breezes
the gray boughs. O, how the faint cool murmur twitters and whispers; it is
like the sweet sound of the stirring grass. You might say it is like the muted
sound of pebbles rolling under eddying water. This spirit sighing its quiet
lament is ours, is it not? Say that it is mine and yours that softly breathes
its humble hymn on this balmy evening.
This
is
—
Faure Op. 51, No. 3
Debussy No. 2 from
Spleen
my heart as the rain falls on the city. What is this languor
penetrates my heart? O gentle sound of rain on the ground and on the
Tears
that
"Ariettes oubliees"
fall in
is weary (O, the sound of the rain)
Tears fall
without reason in this anguished heart. What! No betrayal? This mourning
has no reason. This is truly the keenest pain, not knowing why with
neither love nor hate
my heart is so full of pain.
roofs; for a heart that
!
—
—
Faure Op. 46, No. 2
Debussy No. 3 from
Clair de lune
Your
"Fetes galantes", set
1
where charming masqueraders and dancers
promenade, playing the lute and dancing, almost sad beneath their fantastic
disguises, as they sing in the minor key of love triumphant and the pleasant life. They seem not to believe in their happiness; their song blends with
the quiet moonlight, sad and lovely
which sets the birds
the moonlight
in the trees to dreaming, and makes the tall slim fountains among the marsoul
is
a rare landscape
—
—
ble statues sob with ecstasy.
En Sourdine
Faure No. 2 from "Cinq Melodies", Op. 58
Debussy No. 1 from "Fetes galantes", set 1
Serene in the twilight created by the high branches,
let
us dwell
upon our
—
!
deep silence, let us blend our souls, our hearts and our enraptured senses amidst the faint languor of the pines and strawberry trees.
Half -close your eyes, cross your arms on your breast, and drive away all
burdens forever from your weary heart. Let us surrender to the soft and
lulling breeze that comes to your feet and ripples the russet grass. And
when the night descends solemnly from the black oaks, the nightingale
shall sing.
voice of our despair
love. In this
—
Faure No. 1 from "Cinq Melodies", Op. 58
Debussy (1880-1883)
Mandoline
The serenading swains and
their lovely listeners
under the singing boughs. This
is
Tircis,
exchange banal remarks
Aminta and the
eternal Clitander;
and there is Damis who, for many a cruel lady, fashions a tender verse.
Their short silken vests, their flowing gowns, their elegance, their gaiety,
and their soft blue shadows whirl madly in the magic of a rose and gray
moon. And the mandolin
La Chanson
chatters in the cooling breeze.
Faure
d'Eve, Op. 95
Poems by Charles van Lerberghe (1861-1907)
Paradis
dawn. Like a flower perfuming the night in the fresh
breeze from the sea, a blue garden blooms. The rustle of leaves, songs of
birds, voices of wind and water
a vast murmuring
are blended together
as part of the silence. Eve, the creature of God, awakens and the world
lies at her feet like a beautiful dream. At His bidding, she speaks to all
things in witness of her existence. Twilight comes and Eden sleeps, hiding
itself in a hazy blue dream. Everything waits; the evening star rises and
Eve sings.
This
is
Earth's
first
—
—
Prima Verba
Behold,
through
flowers,
how the long-murmuring soul of woodlands and streams sings
my voice. How marvelous the atmosphere of Paradise with its
its fruits, its glow of light! Words unspoken from time immemor-
ial finally
by
my
take shape on
my
lips.
A
joyful silence
is
born of their
lifted souls,
breath and voice.
Roses ardentes
Blazing roses, in the still night, within thee I dwell and sing. May I endure forever in thy glow on the fringe of the woods.
deep ocean, with
shining wave and dancing ripple, in thee is my lifeblood reborn. Glorious
sun, supreme power, in thee my very soul reaches its God
O
Comme Dieu rayonne
How God gleams today! How He exults and flourishes among these fruits
and flowers! How He murmurs in the fountain and sings with the birds.
How gentle His breath in the fragrant new spring. How He bathes in the
light
with His love,
my young God!
All things on earth are his dazzling
raiment.
L'aube blanche
The white dawn
says to
my
dream: "Awake, the sun shines."
My
soul
7
lds
listens,
my
and
hair.
things,
I
My
and
slowly open
my
eyes.
soul, like a gently
A
flame awakens
nodding
rose,
my mouth;
awakens
a breeze,
to the beauty of all
to their love.
Eau vivante
How
pure and clear thou art, living water, springing from earth in song!
O divine and pure fountain, plants imbibe thy liquid crystal. Doe and dove
quench their thirst in thee, as you descend through mosses and flowers to the
primordial ocean never still, never languid from earth to sea and thence
—
—
to sky.
Veilles-tu,
ma senteur de
soleil
Are you waking, fragrance of sunshine, bees and honey, abroad in the earth ?
Scents of flowers, do you presage my silent footsteps in the night? Am I like
fruit hidden in foliage, known only by my perfume in the night? Does he
know, there on earth that, as I throw back my hair and spread my arms, my
voice
which he hears now is scented by the lilies of this vale?
—
—
Dans un parfum de
roses blanches
She sits and ponders amid a perfume of white roses. The dark is beautiful,
as though an angel were reflected in it. The darkness deepens, the woodland
sleeps. Between the leaves and branches, a golden paradise appears against
the blue paradise. A voice which has just been singing murmurs, dwindles to
a breath, and is mute. Petals fall in the silence.
Crepuscule
Who
who
sighs,
cries in this evening's joy?
wounded bird?
a
Is it
in the silence. Isle of forgetfulness,
rends thy voice as
thy veil of ecstasy?
O
it
What
—of
a voice of the future
soothes
O
my
heart like
What
scream in the night
cry rips thy garland of flowers and
Paradise!
me? What
flutters in
the past? I strain to hear
mort, poussiere d'etoiles
O
Death, dust of the stars, arise from my footsteps. Come, gentle wave,
shining in the darkness. Bear me hence to thy void! Come, dark breath in
which I waver like a drunken flame in the wind! Let me recline, subside,
be dissolved in thee, Death, which my soul craves. Come, topple me like the
froth on a breaker, like a flower of the sun on the fringe of the waters!
Like divine wine from a golden flask, pour my soul into thy depths, that
it may scent the dark earth and the breath of the dead.
Mr. Edwards plays the Steinway Piano
this program on a Cambridge recording.
Miss Curtin has recorded
CONCERTS TO FOLLOW:
July
...
...
18
July 25
Zimbler Sinfonietta
Boston Symphony Chamber Players
Claude Frank, Piano
August
1
.
.
.
August 15
.
.
.
Roman
Totenberg, Violin
Igor Kipnis, Harpsichord
Columbia University Group for Contemporary
Music
(Part of a Festival of Contemporary American Music, in
cooperation with the Fromm Music Foundation.
July 15 and 16, 1967
Beverly Wolff
ALLEN
is
indisposed and
is
not able to sing this weekend.
BETTY
has graciously and at short notice consented to appear in her colleague's
place.
Betty
Allen
taught
music
as
a
teenager
Children in Hartford, Connecticut. She
tered: a scholarship to
in
won
the
the
Tanglewood. Since her time
Community Center
first
voice contest she en-
in the Berkshires Betty Allen
has appeared in recitals and concerts in parts of the world as far apart as
Kong and Buenos
for the
first
and Aeneas"
is
now one
for
Aires, as well as in the United States
Hong
and Europe. She appeared
time on the opera stage in the Kansas City production of "Dido
last year,
and went on from there
to the
San Francisco Opera. She
of the most travelled and sought after singers of her generation.
July 15, 1967
James Stagliano
played by
is
indisposed.
The
solo horn in the
Mass
in
B minor
will be
CHARLES YANCICH.
7
ms
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