Poet's Way

Vocal-symphony poem
(4th cantata)

(after poems M. Lermontov) 
2 parts, 10 movements


    Poet's Way

    Vocal-symphony poem


    Cast:           tenor, choir, orchestra                              orchestra :

                                    Orchestra :


    Piccolo (=Flauto III)
    2 Flauti (II=Fl.alto)
    3 Oboi (III = Corno inglese)
    2 Clarinetti (B)
    Clarinetto basso (= Clarinetto III B)
    2 Fagotti
    Contrafagotto (= Fagotto III)

     *** 
    4 Corni (F)
    4 Trombe (B) (Tr-ba I = Tr-ba picc. D)
    3 Tromboni
    Tuba

     *** 
     Batteria :
           Batt. I - Timpani
           Batt. II - Campanelli, Tam-tam, 3 Piatti sospesi (piccolo, medio, profondo)
           Batt. III - Crotali, Tam-tam (con II essecutore), Silofono, Vibrafono
           Batt. IV - Triangolo, Cassa, Piatto sospeso
           Batt. V - Campane, Flessatono, 5 Tom-toms, Temple-blocchi

     *** 
    Arpa

     Celesta*)                                                            
     Piano *)                                                             
     Sintesizer (ad libitum,it is very desirable) * )
     Organo (ad libitum) *)                                       

     *** 
    Tenore solo

     *** 
     Coro misto

     *** 
    Archi (~ 14-12-10-8-6)

    -----------------------------
    *) 4 keyboard parts is performed by 2 performer as a minimum. Omitting part of Sint, 1 performer can play P-no, Cel and Organo






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       Orchestra casts shortly :

    [ Picc (=Fl. III)-2(II=Fl.alto)-3 (III=C.i.)-2-Cl.b.(=Cl.III B)-2-Cfg (=Fg.III)----4-4(TrI=Tr.picc. D)-3-1----5Batt---Arpa-Cel.-P-no-Sint.-Org.----Ten/ solo----Coro misto---Archi(~ 14-12-10-8-6)]

    Duration:           41 min.



    Suite:

  • № 2 On the ocean of air (fragment)
  •   text

    ON THE OCEAN OF AIR
    (female choir, orchestra)

    On the ocean of air,
    Without a rudder and without sails,
    Quietly floating in haze
    Harmonious choirs of stars;

    In the boundless dimentions
    Of the sky without a trace
    Clouds elusive slide so gently
    Imperceptible fibrous herds.

    In the hour of separation
    They feel neither sorrow nor joy; (…)
  • № 3 Rock
  • text

    ROCK
    (choir, orchestra)

    By a rock a golden cloud once lingered;
    On his breast it slept, but, riseing early,
    Off it gently rushed across the pearly
    Blue of sky, a tiny thing and winged.

    Still, a trace it left upon the stony
    Giant's heart, and plunged in thought and weeping
    Slow and tortured tears, he stands there, keeping
    Vigil o'er the gloomy waste and lonely.
  • № 4 Interlude/ Beggar  (fragment)
  •   text

    BEGGAR
    (choir, tenor, orchestra)

    By gates of an abode, blessed,
    A man stood, asking for donation,
    A beggar, cruelly oppressed
    By hunger, thirst and deprivation.

    He asked just for a peace of bread,
    And all his looks were full of anguish,
    And was a cold stone laid
    Into his stretched arm, thin and languished. (…)
     
  • № 6-8 Despare/ When through the crop fields yellow waves are gently swelling / I come out to the path, alone  

  • text

    DESPAIR
    (orchestra)
     

    WHEN THROUGH THE CROP FIELDS YELLOW WAVES ARE GENTLY SWELLING
    (choir, orchestra)

    When through the crop fields yellow waves are gently swelling
    And woods are rustling wakened by the touch of breeze,
    And in the garden ripened plums are quietly dwelling
    Beneath the little leaves whose shades so sweetly please;

     When on a golden morn or blushing evening
    A silver lily of the valley ‘neath the tree,
    Washed fresh by fragrant dew, is hospitably leaning
    And nodding happily to welcome me;



    When cooling stream is running through the meadow,
    Submerging thought into a strange and foggy trance,
    And rumbling mystic legends in the shadow
    About the peaceful land from where it runs; -

    Then calmness comes to ease the fears my soul was having,
    My face is clear and free as worries have no worth, -
    And I can learn the ways of Happiness on Earth,
    And I’m beholding God in Heaven.

     

    I COME OUT TO THE PATH, ALONE
    (tenor, choir, orchestra)

    I come out to the path, alone,
    Night and wildness are referred to God,
    Through the mist, the road gleams with stone,
    Stars are speaking in the shinning lot.

    There is grave and wonderful in heaven;
    Earth is sleeping in a pale-blue light...
    Why is then my heart such pined and heavy?
    Is it waiting or regretting plight?

    I expect that nothing more goes,
    And for past I do not have regret,
    I wish only freedom and repose,
    I would fall asleep and all forget! (…)
  • № № 9-10 Presentiment/ My house's everywhere; conclusion (requiem aeternam)
  •   text

    № 9 PRESENTIMENT
    (orchestra)



    №10 MY HOUSE'S EVERYWHERE; CONCLUSION (requiem aeternam)
    (choir, tenor, orchestra)

    My house's everywhere, where exists the heaven,
    And where the songs are heard.
    All living with a flash of Being are there
    In him, despite of cramping mob.

    The highest stars he can there touch to
    By roof, from one wall to another
    There is the long way, which one could
    With soul only esteem, not by the eye.

    There's the true feel in the heart of man,
    The grain of the Eternity:
    Which the Infinity at single moment can
    To envelop, enclose all of it.

    And mighty powered my house
    Was built for that the very feeling.
    I'm sentenced here to live now,
    But only this way I am easy.
        








    PART 1

     

    №1  INTRODUCTION (childhood)  .  оркестр

     

     

    №2      ON THE OCEAN OF AIR   .  female choir, orchestra

      

     

    On the ocean of air,

    Without a rudder and without sails,

    Quietly floating in haze

    Harmonious choirs of stars;

     

    In the boundless dimentions

     Of the sky without a trace

    Clouds elusive slide so gently

    Imperceptible fibrous herds.

     

    In the hour of separation

    They feel neither sorrow nor joy;

    In the world have no ambition,

    Past don't touch them like hour-bye

     

    On the day of painful disaster

    You remember only them

    For terrestrial be indifferent

    And be carefree, as they are!

     

     

    №3     ROCK   choir, orchestra

                                                                  

    By a rock a golden cloud once lingered;

    On his breast it slept, but, riseing early,

    Off it gently rushed across the pearly

    Blue of sky, a tiny thing and winged.

     

     

    Still, a trace it left upon the stony

    Giant's heart, and plunged in thought and weeping

    Slow and tortured tears, he stands there, keeping

    Vigil o'er the gloomy waste and lonely.

     

     

          INTERLUDE   .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  orchestra

     

     

    №4 BEGGAR.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . choir, tenor, orchestra

     

    By gates of an abode, blessed,

    A man stood, asking for donation,

    A beggar, cruelly oppressed

    By hunger, thirst and deprivation.

     

     

    He asked just for a peace of bread,

    And all his looks were full of anguish,

    And was a cold stone laid

    Into his stretched arm, thin and languished.

     

     

    Thus I prayed vainly for your love,

    With bitter tears, pine and fervor,

    Thus my best senses, that have thrived,

    Were victimized by you forever!

     

    №5  RECITATIVE     .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .   тtenor, orchestra

     

    Don't joke at my prophetic longing;

    I knew: that blow of fate I can't bypass;

    I knew: the head, you so loved,

    Will move from your passion' bosom to a scaffold;

    I told you then, nor happiness, nor glory

    I haven't in the world: the bloody hour is coming

    And I'll fall down, and slyest enmity

    Will vilify my not quite flourish genius:

    And I will die without a trace

    A trace my hopes, my heartily torment.

                But I am waiting early end without fear

    For time to see new world has come me long ago

    Let crowd to trample down my crown:

    The crown of singer, crown of thorns!..

                  Let them! I' has not valued it.

     

     

     

    PART 2

     

    №6   DESPAIR     .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  orchestra

     

     

     

    №7 КWHEN THROUGH THE CROP FIELDS YELLOW WAVES ARE GENTLY SWELLING  .  .  .  . choir, orchestra

     

     

    When through the crop fields yellow waves are gently swelling

    And woods are rustling wakened by the touch of breeze,

    And in the garden ripened plums are quietly dwelling

    Beneath the little leaves whose shades so sweetly please;

     

    When on a golden morn or blushing evening

    A silver lily of the valley ‘neath the tree,

    Washed fresh by fragrant dew, is hospitably leaning

    And nodding happily to welcome me;

     

    When cooling stream is running through the meadow,

    Submerging thought into a strange and foggy trance,

    And rumbling mystic legends in the shadow

    About the peaceful land from where it runs; —

     

    Then calmness comes to ease the fears my soul was having,

    My face is clear and free as worries have no worth, -

    And I can learn the ways of Happiness on Earth,

    And I’m beholding God in Heaven.

     

    №8 I COME OUT TO THE PATH, ALONE   .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  tenor, choir, orchestra

     

    I come out to the path, alone,

    Night and wildness are referred to God,

    Through the mist, the road gleams with stone,

    Stars are speaking in the shinning lot.

     

    There is grave and wonderful in heaven;

    Earth is sleeping in a pale-blue light...

    Why is then my heart such pined and heavy?

    Is it waiting or regretting plight?

     

    I expect that nothing more goes,

    And for past I do not have regret,

    I wish only freedom and repose,

    I would fall asleep and all forget...

     

    I would like to fall asleep forever,

    But without cold sleep of death:

    Let my breast be full of dozing fervor

    For the life, and heave in gentle breath;

     

    So that enchanting voice would ready

    Day and night to sing to me of love,

     And the oak, evergreen and shady,

                             Would decline to me and rustle above.

     

     

     №9  PRESENTIMENT   .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .orchestra

     

     

    №10  MY HOUSE'S EVERYWHERE; CONCLUSION (requiem aeternam) . . . choir, tenor, orchestra (requiem aeternam

     

    My house's everywhere, where exists the heaven,

    And where the songs are heard.

    All living with a flash of Being are there

    In him, despite of cramping mob.

     

    The highest stars he can there touch to

    By roof, from one wall to another —

    There is the long way, which one could

    With soul only esteem, not by the eye.

     

    There's the true feel in the heart of man,

    The grain of the Eternity:

    Which the Infinity at single moment can

    To envelop, enclose all of it.

     

    And mighty powered my house

    Was built for that the very feeling.

    I'm sentenced here to live now,

    But only this way I am easy.

    Whole poem:

            
        1 part          
     №1 Introduction (childhood)       №2 On the ocean of air   
     №3 Rock       №4 Interlude/ Beggar   
     №5  Recitative          

          2 part
             
     №6   Despair       №7   When through the crop fields yellow waves are gently swelling   
     №8   I come out to the path, alone       №9  Presentiment   
     №10  My house's everywhere; conclusion
     (requiem aeternam)
             
               
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