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Sequence for Alun's Poetry

by David Warin Solomons

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1.
Une heure ou deux me restent dans ce bruit sonore que tu es, doux instrument. Je manie tes prouesses aujourd'hui, te laissant découvrir mon dénuement à ceux qui par tes traits verront ma face intérieure. Celle qui échappe à tout regard. Car nul ne voit la Grâce, et nul ne saura ce que cette chape, qui cachera désormais tout mon être, va cacher, car le coeur ici se cache. Kyrie Un dernier regard, car la fenêtre que tu es se clôt Et sache ami, qui relies tout ami, Que toi, toi seul, as transubstantié mon moi Alone we are together in this place, alone in our shared loneliness. Alone as though enclosed for e'er, each lonely face 'neath pointed hoods, not as of linen sewn but walled of brick and boulder, though unseen the barring seal that fastens each recluse. Reclusion! I have thought of thy vast screen and written for its nailing, but what use the closing in of all except the door that opes all others? For other folk must natter, shrive, direct, crack every law of silence, to content who'd gape at these caged specimens. Whilst here, not even thou Frère, Frère X, shalt know, canst know, what Y's locked there. [Quote from St Paul's letter to the Hebrews] He makes men pure from their sin and both he and those who are made pure all have the same Father That is why Jesus is not ashamed to call the his brothers (Alleluia, we sing Alleluia) When we have left, what shall be left behind? Will this wake be long-ruffled in our trail? Will unborn generations something find Upon this deep we splash till eddies fail? And this, our lonely crying of a day, Will it send echoes for tomorrow's sky? The traveller that yet must walk this way, Will he one hour to yesterday draw nigh? And think perhaps that many days have run Unheeded by life's ears, for none was there beside the fading shadow that each sun abandoned to its night, To tell us where his own small journey went; For little things can sometimes linger long Where brief song sings === Amidst grey working days as they float by there fall at times some beams that still shine on in mem'ry's crowded cells. And as we lie in eves to come on redreamt hours long gone, some will not go unseen. But standing there as milestones on the path we trod they will recall where passed this thoroughfare and laugh where we once laughed, where we laughed at thrills so odd. For there are that would buy lost hours of joy and map fair days to hold them, and go far and further still, to find how all did cloy at the hour they passed them by, where they still are awaiting our return. For only he who little loves ne'er wanted more to be. Lord have Mercy Christ have mercy Lord have mercy

about

Brother David is a monk who writes many religious and philosophical poems in various languages.
In this sequence of 7 sections he was approaching the end of his noviciate and considering which order he should devote himself to.

The sections are as follows:
1. Kyrie - Une heure ou deux me restent dans ce bruit sonore que tu es ... soprano and alto solos (distant and present voices) with guitar accompaniment
2. Un dernier regard car la fenêtre ouverte que tu es se clôt....soprano (still singing Kyrie) and alto with guitar accompaniment
3. Alone we are togther in this place - two alto recorders and guitar with spoken voice
4. He makes men pure from their sins (words by St Paul) - two equal voices with guitar chord names (also available as a separate score in various keys - see below)
5. Kyrie eleison and Christe eleison (sung in the distance) and (spoken) "When we have left, what shall be left behind...." - soprano solo, guitar, soprano recorder and spoken voice
6. Amidst grey working days - alto and guitar
7. Four part Kyrie: Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy, performed as an SATB electronic choir


After a brief introduction in which the soprano sings the Kyrie, the sequence proper begins with this poem by Alun, written in French. While he fingers his guitar, he considers his past and future and the reasons he has for entering monastic life:

Une heure ou deux me restent
dans ce bruit sonore que tu es,
doux instrument.
Je manie tes prouesses aujourd'hui,
te laissant découvrir mon dénuement
à ceux qui par tes traits verront
ma face intérieure.
Celle qui échappe à tout regard.
Car nul ne voit la Grâce,
et nul ne saura ce que cette chape,
qui cachera désormais tout mon être,
va cacher,
car le coeur ici se cache.

Kyrie

Un dernier regard, car la fenêtre que tu es se clôt
Et sache ami, qui relies tout ami,
Que toi, toi seul, as transubstantié mon moi

Alone we are together in this place,
alone in our shared loneliness.
Alone as though enclosed for e'er,
each lonely face 'neath pointed
hoods, not as of linen sewn but
walled of brick and boulder,
though unseen the barring seal that
fastens each recluse.
Reclusion! I have thought of thy
vast screen and written for its nailing,
but what use the closing in of all
except the door that opes all others?
For other folk must natter, shrive,
direct, crack every law of silence,
to content who'd gape at these
caged specimens.
Whilst here, not even thou Frère,
Frère X, shalt know, canst know,
what Y's locked there.


[Quote from St Paul's letter to the Hebrews]
He makes men pure from their sin
and both he and those who are made pure
all have the same Father
That is why Jesus is not ashamed
to call the his brothers
(Alleluia, we sing Alleluia)

When we have left, what shall be left behind?
Will this wake be long-ruffled in our trail?
Will unborn generations something find
Upon this deep we splash till eddies fail?
And this, our lonely crying of a day,
Will it send echoes for tomorrow's sky?
The traveller that yet must walk this way,
Will he one hour to yesterday draw nigh?
And think perhaps that many days have run
Unheeded by life's ears, for none
was there beside the fading shadow
that each sun abandoned to its night,
To tell us where his own small journey went;
For little things can sometimes linger long
Where brief song sings

===

Amidst grey working days as they float by
there fall at times some beams that still shine on
in mem'ry's crowded cells.

And as we lie in eves to come
on redreamt hours long gone,
some will not go unseen.
But standing there
as milestones on the path we trod
they will recall where passed this thoroughfare
and laugh where we once laughed,
where we laughed at thrills so odd.

For there are that would buy lost hours of joy
and map fair days to hold them,
and go far and further still,
to find how all did cloy
at the hour they passed them by,
where they still are awaiting our return.

For only he who little loves ne'er wanted more to be.

Lord have Mercy
Christ have mercy
Lord have mercy

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released May 30, 2015

David Warin Solomons, composer and performer
Sheralyn Rennert, soprano soloist

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David Warin Solomons Sale, UK

Composer from UK born in 1953, concentrating on lyrical and tonal works for chamber music combinations, solo voice and choral works.

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