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Six Sassoon Songs (2013) Music by Michael Ippolito Text by Siegfried Sassoon Daveda Karanas, mezzo-soprano Michael Ippolito, piano Texas State University Recital Hall November 19, 2020 More information about the music here: (http•••) Texts: I. Aftermath Have you forgotten yet?... For the world’s events have rumbled on since those gagged days, Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways: And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you’re a man reprieved to go, Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare. But the past is just the same—and War’s a bloody game... Have you forgotten yet?... Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you’ll never forget. Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz— The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets? Do you remember the rats; and the stench Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench— And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain? Do you ever stop and ask, ‘Is it all going to happen again?’ Do you remember that hour of din before the attack— And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men? Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back With dying eyes and lolling heads—those ashen-grey Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay? II. I Stood with the Dead I Stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still: When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead. And my slow heart said, 'You must kill, you must kill: 'Soldier, soldier, morning is red'. On the shapes of the slain in their crumpled disgrace I stared for a while through the thin cold rain... 'O lad that I loved, there is rain on your face, 'And your eyes are blurred and sick like the plain.' I stood with the Dead…They were dead; they were dead; My heart and my head beat a march of dismay: And gusts of the wind came dulled by the guns. 'Fall in!' I shouted; 'Fall in for your pay!' III. Suicide in the Trenches I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the lark. In winter trenches, cowed and glum, With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He put a bullet through his brain. No one spoke of him again. You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know The hell where youth and laughter go. IV. Does It Matter? Does it matter?—losing your legs?... For people will always be kind, And you need not show that you mind When the others come in after hunting To gobble their muffins and eggs. Does it matter?—losing your sight?... There’s such splendid work for the blind; And people will always be kind, As you sit on the terrace remembering And turning your face to the light. Do they matter?—those dreams from the pit?... You can drink and forget and be glad, And people won’t say that you’re mad; For they’ll know you’ve fought for your country And no one will worry a bit. V. Aftermath (reprise) Have you forgotten yet?... Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you’ll never forget. VI. Slumber Song Sleep; and my song shall build about your bed A paradise of dimness. You shall feel The folding of tired wings; and peace will dwell Throned in your silence: and one hour shall hold Summer, and midnight, and immensity Lulled to forgetfulness. For, where you dream, The stately gloom of foliage shall embower Your slumbering thought with tapestries of blue. And there shall be no memory of the sky, Nor sunlight with its cruelty of swords. But, to your soul that sinks from deep to deep Through drowned and glimmering colour, Time shall be Only slow rhythmic swaying; and your breath; And roses in the darkness; and my love.
Mahler Daveda Karanas Carnegie Hall
Yiannis Hadjiloizou conducts the Athens Philharmonic, NY Choral Society, Soprano Larisa Martínez, and Mezzo-Soprano Daveda Karanas, in their Carnegie Hall debut.
Weber Daveda Karanas 1939 1941
Three Songs 0:00 Ich wandre durch Theresienstadt 3:31 Und der Regen rinnt 4:55 Wiegala Please enjoy our performance of these three songs by Ilse Weber. Ilse was a Czech author, songwriter, and poet. When the Nazis occupied Czechoslovakia in 1939, the Webers were able to get their eldest son to safety in Sweden through Kindertransport. However, in 1941, Nazis began deporting Jews to the concentration camp in Theresienstadt. Unfortunately, Ilse, her husband, and their younger son Tommy were sent to Theresienstadt in February of the following year. She worked in the camp's children's hospital at night, doing all she could for the patients without the help of medicine, as it was forbidden for Jewish prisoners. She wrote many poems while there and set a good number of them to music. She would accompany herself on guitar as she sang her lullaby-like songs to children and the elderly. When her husband was deported to Auschwitz two years later, she and Tommy went with him so as not to break up their family. It is said that Ilse sang to her son and many other children as she accompanied them voluntarily into the gas chambers. We reflect on Ilse’s perseverance and fortitude and are honored to bring you this performance. mezzo-soprano Daveda Karanas pianist Michael Lewis Thumbnail photo: Barbara Face
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