KeM,cy Gv~ soprano
A~f~,piano
Doctoral Recital Series
Organ Hall I April 10, 201517:30 PM

though love be a day
Gwyneth Walker
I. thy fingers make early flowers
II. lily has a rose
III. after all white horses are in bed
IV. maggie and millie and mollie and may
V. Still

Lerschengesang
An ein Veilchen
Von ewiger Liebe

Johannes Brahms

** 10-minute intermission**
Five Hebrew Love Songs
Eric Whitacre
Temuna (A Picture)
Kala Kalla (Light Bride)
Larov (Mostly)
Eyze Shelleg! (What Snow!)
Rakut (Tenderness)
Spencer Ekenes, violin

Drei Lieder, Op. 22
Erich Korngold
I. Was du mir hist?
II. Mit dir zu schweigen ...
Ill. Welt ist stille eingeschlafen

Le colibri
Le temps de lilas
Air de Lia
from L'enfant Prodigue

Ernest Chausson
Claude Debussy

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.

Lerchengesang
Ethereal distant voices,
Heavenly greetings of the larks,
How sweetly you stir ·
My breast, you delightful voices!
Gently I close my eyes,
And memories pass by
In soft twilights,
Pervaded by the breath of spring.
An Ein Veilchen
Hide, 0 violet, in your blue calyx,
Hide the tears of sorrow, till my beloved
Visits this spring! Should she then with a smile
Pluck you from the grass to adorn her breast;
Ah, then nestle close to her heart and tell her
That the drops in your blue calyx
Were shed from the soul of her most faithful young
lover,
Who weeps away his life and longs for death!
Von Ewiger Liebe
Dark, how dark in forest and field!
Evening already, and the world is silent.
Nowhere a light and nowhere smoke,
And even the lark is silent now too.
Out of the village there comes a lad,
Escorting his sweetheart home,
He leads her past the willow-copse,
Talking so much and of so many things:
'If you suffer sorrow and suffer shame,
Shame for what others think of me,
Then let our love be severed as swiftly,
As swiftly as once we two were plighted.
Let us depart in rain and depart in wind,
As swiftly as once we two were plighted.'
The girl speaks, the girl says:
'Our love cannot be severed!
Steel is strong, and so is iron,
Our love is even stronger still:
Iron and steel can both be reforged,
But our love, who shall change it?
Iron and steel can be melted down,
Our love must endure forever!'
Translations for Lerchengesang, An Ein Veilchen, and Von
Ewiger Liebe: Richard Sto]<es © 2010

Temuna (A Picture)
A picture is engraved in my heart;
Moving between light and darkness:
A sort of silence envelopes your body,
And your hair falls upon your face just so.

Kala Kalla (Light Bride)
Lightbride
She is all mine,
And lightly
She will kiss me!
Larov (Mostly)
"Mostly," said the roof to the sky,
"the distance between you and I is endlessness;
But a while ago two came up here,
And only one centimeter was left between us."
Eyze Shelleg! (What Snow!)
What snow!
Like little dreams
Falling from the sky.
Rakut (Tenderness)
He was full of tenderness;
She was very hard.
And as much as she tried to stay thus,
Simply, and with no good reason,
He took her into himself,
And set her down
In the softest, softest place.
Texts and Translations by Hila Plitmann

Was Du mir hist
What you are to me?
The sight of a beautiful country
where fruit-laden trees soar upwards
and flowers bloom at the water's edge.
What you are to me?
The twinkling star breaking through the cloud,
the distant ray of light
which speaks in the darkness:
Traveler, don't give up hope!

And even if my life were one of renunciation,
Where no good luck came my way,
What you are to me?
Do you need to ask?
What you are to me:
My belief in happiness.

Mit Dir zu schweigen
To be silent when I'm with you in the dark,
our souls reclining in the lap of dreams,
is to hear endless melodies,
love without end.

Le temps des lilas
The time of lilacs and the time of roses
Will no longer come again to this spring;
The time of lilacs and the time of roses
Has passed, the time of carnations also.

To be silent with you at dusk,
is to float towards the abundance of worlds,
is to grow far into infinity,
transported into eternal stillness ...

The wind has changed, the skies are morose,
And we will no longer run to pick
The lilacs in bloom and the beautiful roses;
The spring is sad and cannot bloom.

Welt ist stille eingeschlafen
The world has gone to sleep,
resting in the moonlight.
In the haven of heaven
eyes, golden and pure, open.

Oh! Joyful and gentle spring of the year,
That came last year to bathe us in sunlight,
Our flower of love is so wilted,
Alas! that your kiss cannot awaken it!

God's violin sings sweetly;
my love, I think of you.
Sailing in a boat of dreams,
I seek you in the stars.

And you, what are you doing? No budding flowers,
No bright sun at all nor cool shade,
The time of lilacs and the time of roses,
Along with our love, is dead forever.
copyright© 2006 Karin Kormick

Beams of blissful love
light up the whole of my heart.
Our souls, in rapt communion, kiss,
in my dream.
2010 & © 2011 Naxos Rights International Ltd.

Le Colibri
The hummingbird, the green prince of the heights,
feeling the dew and seeing the sun's clear light
shining into his nest of woven grass,
shoots up in the air like a gleaming dart.
Hurriedly he flies to the nearby marsh
where the waves of bamboo rustle and bend,
and the red hibiscus with the heavenly scent
opens to show its moist and glistening heart.
Down to the flower he flies, alights from above,
and from the rosy cup drinks so much love
that he dies, not knowing if he could drink it dry.
Even so, my darling, on your pure lips
my soul and senses wouJcMlave wished to die
on contact with that first full-fragrant kiss.
Translation by Nicolas Gounin

Air de Lia
Year pursues empty year!
With each returning season,
their happiness and games sadden me despite myself:
they reopen my wounds and my grief increases ...
I come to seek out the solitary beach ...
Involuntary pain!
Useless efforts!
Lia weeps continually for the child she no longer has! ...
Azael! Azael! Why have you left me? ...
In my maternal heart your image has remained.
Azael! Azael! Why have you left me? ...
Yet the evenings were sweet
on the plain with its elm-trees,
when, laden with the harvest,
we would drive the big russet oxen home.
When the task was accomplished,
children, old people, and servants,
farm-workers or shepherds,
would praise the blessed hand of God.
So day would follow day
and in the pious family
young men and young girls
would exchange chaste vows oflove.
Others do not feel the weight of old age
happy in their children,
they see the years go by
without regret or sadness ...
How heavy time hangs on a heart without consolation! .
. .Azael! Why have you left me?
Translation by Bernard Jacobson