Juhee Seo Voice-Soprano Haeju Choi Piano DMARecital Organ Hall Monday, April 10, 2017 • 7:30 p.m. ARIZONA STATE UNIVERSITY School of Music Adieu, notre petite table from opera 'Manon' Jules Massenet Let's go ... It is necessary for his sake! My poor knight! Oh, yes, It's him that I love! And yet, I hesitate today! No! Nol I'm no longer worthy of him! I hear that voice that captivates me against my will: "Manon, you will be queen, Queen by your beauty I" I'm nothing but weakness and fragility! Ah! In spite of myself, I feel the flowing of my tears. Before these obliterated dreams! Will the future have the charms of those beautiful days already passed? Goodbye, our little table at which we met so often! Goodbye, our little table, yet so large for us! One thinks that it's unimaginable, so small a space ... when we're embracing ... Goodbye, our little table! The same glass was ours, each ofus, when it was drunk from, There searched one set of lips for the other. Ah! Poor friend that loved me! Goodbye, our little table. Three Early Songs George Crumb Program Banalites Francis Poulenc Chanson d'Orlkenise Hotel Fagnes de Wallonie Voyage aParis Sanglots (1899-1963) Mignon Lieder Hugo Wolf HeiB mich nicht reden Nur wer die Sehnsucht ~ennt So laBt mich scheinen Kennst du das Land (1860-1903) Night How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor ~k. nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven; In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine, rolls through the dark blue depths. Beneath her steady ray, the desert.circle spreads, Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. How beautiful is night. Adieu, notre petite table Let it be Forgotten Three Early Songs Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, forgotten as a fire that once was burning gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a king friend; he will make us old. If anyone asks, say it was forgotten. Long and long ago, long and long ago! As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall, in a long forgotten snow. Only the wind knows he is gone, only the winlfl grieves, the sun shines, the fields are sown, Sparrows mate in the eaves; But I heard the wind in the pines he planted, and the hem-locks overhead. His acres wake, for the year turns, "but he is a .sleep," it said. Giacomo Puccini Whence happy leaving to your cry oflove, returns alone Mimi to solitary nest. Returns another time to weave together false flowers. Goodbye, without resentment. Listen, listen. The little things gather that I have left scattered about in my drawer are enclosed that gold band and a book of Prayers. Wrap evel)thing much in a smock and I will send the concierge ... Pay attention, on the J'illow. There is a pink bonnet. If you want, keep a memory oflove! Goodbye, without resentment. Jules Massenet from opera 'Manon' (1842-1912) George Crumb Night Let it be Forgotten Wind Elegy (1929-Present) Donde Lieta Usci Wind Elegy Donde Lieta Usci from opera 'La Boheme' **There will be a JO-minute intermission** Giacomo Puccini (1858-1924) from opera 'La Boheme' Barcarolle Jacques Offenbach from opera 'Les contes d'Hoffmann' (1819-1880) *************** Out of respect for the performers and those audience members around you, please turn all beepers, cell phones and watches to their silent mode. Thank you. Banalites Francis Poulenc · Mignon Lieder Hugo Wolf Songs of Orkenise Don't ask me to speak Through the gates of Orkenise a carter wants to enter. Through the gates ofOrkenise a tramp wants to leave. And the sentries of the town, rush up to the trann.p and ask: "What are you taking out of the town?" - "I'm leaving my whole heart behind." And the sentries of the town, rush up to the carter and ask: "What are you bringing into the town?" - "My heart: I'm getting married.• What a lot of hearts in Orkenisel The sentries laughed and laughed. Oh tramp, the road is dreary; oh carter, love is heady. The handsome sentries of the town knitted superbly; Then the gates of the town slowly swung shut. Don't ask me to speak - ask me to be silent, for my secret is a solemn duty to me. I wish I could bare my soul to you, but Fate does not will it. At the right time, the sun's course will dispel the dark night, and it must be illuminated. The hard rock will open its bosom; and ungrudgingly, The earth will release deep hidden springs. Others may seek calm in the arms of a friend; There one can pour out one's heart in lament. But for me alone, a vow locks my lips, and only a god has the power to open them. Hotel My room has the form of a cage. The sun reaches its arm in through the window. But I want to smoke and make shapes in the air, and so I light my cigarette on the sun's fire. I don't want to work, I want to smoke. Walloon moorlands So much deep sadness seized my heart on the desolate moors when I sat down weary among the firs, unloading the weight of the kilometers while the west wind growled. I had left the pretty woods. The squirrels stayed there. My pipe tried to make clouds of smoke in the sky which stubbornly stayed blue. I murmured no secret except an enigmatic song which I confided to the peat bog. Smelling of honey, the heather was attracting the bees, and my aching feet trod bilberries and whortleberries. Tenderly she is married North! North! There life twists in trees that are strong and gnarled. There life bites bitter death with greedy teeth, when the wind howls. Going to Paris Ah, how delightful it is to leave a dismal place and head for Paris! Beautiful Paris, which one day Love had to create! Sobs Human love is ruled by the calm stars. We know that within us many people breathe who came from afar and are united behind our brows. This is the song of that dreamer who had tom out his heart and was carrying it in his right hand __ . Remember, oh dear pride, all those memories: the sailors who sang like conquerors, the chasms of Thule, the tender skies of Ophir, the accursed sick, the ones who flee their own shadows, and the joyful return of the happy emigrants. Blood was flowing from that heart; and the dreamer went on thinking of his wound which was delicate. You will 11ot break the chain of those causes and painful; a11d he kept saying to us: which are the effects of other causes. "My poor heart, my heart which is broken like the hearts of all men. Look, here are our hands which life enslaved." ... has died of love or so it seems, has died oflove and here it is. That is the way of all things. "So tear your hearts 0111t tool" And nothing will be free until the end of time. Let us leave everything to the dead, and let us hide our sobbing. Only one who knows longing Only one who knows longing knows what I suffer! Alone and cut off, from all joy, I look into the firmament in that direction. Ah! He who loves and knows me is far away. I am reeling, my entrails are burning. Only one who knows longing knows what I suffer! So let me seen So let me seem, until I lhecome so; don't take the white dress away from me! From the beautiful earth I hasten down into that solid house. There I will repose a moment in peace, until I open my eyes afresh; Then I will leave behind the spotless garment, the girdle and the wreath. And those spirits of heaven, do not ask whether one is ·man' or 'woman', and no clothes, No robes cover will over my transfigured body. Although I have lived without trouble and toil, I have still felt deep pain. Through sorrow I have aged too soon; Make me forever young again! Knowest thou where? Knowest thou where the lemon blossom grows, in foliage dark the orange golden glows, A gentle breeze blows from the azure sky, still stands the myrtle, and the laurel, high? Dost know it well? 'Tis there! 'Tis there Would I with thee, oh my beloved, fare. Knowest the house, its roof on columns fine? Its hall glows brightly and its chambers shine, and marble figures stand and gaze at me: What have they done, oh wretched child, to thee? Dost know it well? 'Tis there! 'Tis there Would I with thee, oh my protector, fare. Knowest the mountain with the misty shrouds? The mule is seeking passage through the clouds; In caverns dwells the dragons' ancient brood; The cliff rocks plunge under the rushing flood I Dost know it well? 'Tis there! 'Tis there Leads our path! Oh father, let us fare. Adieu, notre petite table from opera 'Manon' Jules Massenet Let's go ... It is necessary for his sake! My poor knight! Oh, yes, It's him that I love! And yet, I hesitate today! No! Nol I'm no longer worthy of him! I hear that voice that captivates me against my will: "Manon, you will be queen, Queen by your beauty I" I'm nothing but weakness and fragility! Ah! In spite of myself, I feel the flowing of my tears. Before these obliterated dreams! Will the future have the charms of those beautiful days already passed? Goodbye, our little table at which we met so often! Goodbye, our little table, yet so large for us! One thinks that it's unimaginable, so small a space ... when we're embracing ... Goodbye, our little table! The same glass was ours, each ofus, when it was drunk from, There searched one set of lips for the other. Ah! Poor friend that loved me! Goodbye, our little table. Three Early Songs George Crumb Program Banalites Francis Poulenc Chanson d'Orlkenise Hotel Fagnes de Wallonie Voyage aParis Sanglots (1899-1963) Mignon Lieder Hugo Wolf HeiB mich nicht reden Nur wer die Sehnsucht ~ennt So laBt mich scheinen Kennst du das Land (1860-1903) Night How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor ~k. nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven; In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine, rolls through the dark blue depths. Beneath her steady ray, the desert.circle spreads, Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. How beautiful is night. Adieu, notre petite table Let it be Forgotten Three Early Songs Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, forgotten as a fire that once was burning gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a king friend; he will make us old. If anyone asks, say it was forgotten. Long and long ago, long and long ago! As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall, in a long forgotten snow. Only the wind knows he is gone, only the winlfl grieves, the sun shines, the fields are sown, Sparrows mate in the eaves; But I heard the wind in the pines he planted, and the hem-locks overhead. His acres wake, for the year turns, "but he is a .sleep," it said. Giacomo Puccini Whence happy leaving to your cry oflove, returns alone Mimi to solitary nest. Returns another time to weave together false flowers. Goodbye, without resentment. Listen, listen. The little things gather that I have left scattered about in my drawer are enclosed that gold band and a book of Prayers. Wrap evel)thing much in a smock and I will send the concierge ... Pay attention, on the J'illow. There is a pink bonnet. If you want, keep a memory oflove! Goodbye, without resentment. Jules Massenet from opera 'Manon' (1842-1912) George Crumb Night Let it be Forgotten Wind Elegy (1929-Present) Donde Lieta Usci Wind Elegy Donde Lieta Usci from opera 'La Boheme' **There will be a JO-minute intermission** Giacomo Puccini (1858-1924) from opera 'La Boheme' Barcarolle Jacques Offenbach from opera 'Les contes d'Hoffmann' (1819-1880) *************** Out of respect for the performers and those audience members around you, please turn all beepers, cell phones and watches to their silent mode. Thank you.