Time is suspended as I listen to this exquisite performance. Vocal and piano tones and colours quietly reveal the beautiful essence and meaning of both the text and the music of this masterpiece. My thanks.
A sublimely poetic and consummately tasteful interpretation of this deceptively brutal art song. Probably the single most tasteful I’ve yet heard. Bryn Terfel is world famous and this version is hands down more effective in terms of its poetry. The text stubbornly resists being blown out with full operatic force which you Clearly understand. The only thing that keeps this from sheer perfection in my mind is merely the extra breath in the “dragonfly” section but as noted this piece is deceptively brutal especially in that section where maintaining breath in that fach while observing the soft dynamic is virtually impossible. Given your taste and sensitivity I’d take that 1000 times rather than force the volume to extend the breath. Bravo!!!
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,-- The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms 'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge. 'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass. Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:-- So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.
Time is suspended as I listen to this exquisite performance. Vocal and piano tones and colours quietly reveal the beautiful essence and meaning of both the text and the music of this masterpiece. My thanks.
A sublimely poetic and consummately tasteful interpretation of this deceptively brutal art song. Probably the single most tasteful I’ve yet heard. Bryn Terfel is world famous and this version is hands down more effective in terms of its poetry. The text stubbornly resists being blown out with full operatic force which you Clearly understand. The only thing that keeps this from sheer perfection in my mind is merely the extra breath in the “dragonfly” section but as noted this piece is deceptively brutal especially in that section where maintaining breath in that fach while observing the soft dynamic is virtually impossible. Given your taste and sensitivity I’d take that 1000 times rather than force the volume to extend the breath. Bravo!!!
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:--
So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.
beautiful
Wow!!!!
perfect 완벽하다고 堪称完美