Rewakening – taken from In Memoriam by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Soon, full soon, Dost thou withdraw then the wolf rages wide, And then the lion glares through the dun forest: The fleeces of our flocks are cover'd with Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence! Let thy west wind sleep on The lake speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver. Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed! Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes In timely sleep. And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.Īnd I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm. The lips of time leech to the fountain head Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores. And I am dumb to tell the hanging man How of my clay is made the hangman's lime. The hand that whirls the water in the pool Stirs the quicksand that ropes the blowing wind Hauls my shroud sail. And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks. ![]() The force that drives the water through the rocks Drives my red blood that dries the mouthing streams Turns mine to wax. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever. The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. The force that through the green fuse drives the flower – Dylan Thomas An opportunity to get lost in time and music. ![]() Composer and writer Ailís Ní Ríain also considered environmental awareness through a new composition, The Land Grows Weary of its Own.Ĭonducted by Vimbayi Kaziboni and performed with the BBC Philharmonic at Manchester’s iconic The Bridgewater Hall, the concert soared through soundscapes that reminded us of our place in nature.Įncompassing stillness and movement, peaks and depths – these were the sounds of environments that will live on long after humans. Spell of Creation by Alissa Firsova explored the interconnectedness of the natural world, with a contralto soloist taking centre stage. This atmospheric piece journeyed through mountainous terrain and was brought to life across four movements by solo pianist Ralph Van Raat and the BBC Philharmonic. ‘The deepest past and the distant future are written in the rocks beneath our feet.’įrom mountains that rise out of icefields to rocks that lie deep beneath the earth’s surface, this concert of three new works was inspired by the resolve, resilience and magic of the natural world.Ī world premiere from Grammy Award-winning composer John Luther Adams, Prophecies of Stone looked to Arctic landscapes and the sonic geography they conjure up.
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