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in the speaking silence
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Composer: Andrea Reinkemeyer
Duration: 9:00
Scoring: alto saxophone and bassoon
Materials: two scores (9.5 x 13)
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Duration: 9:00
Scoring: alto saxophone and bassoon
Materials: two scores (9.5 x 13)
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Program Note
in the speaking silence for Alto Saxophone and Bassoon (2018) was commissioned by the Post-Haste Reed Duo – Sean Fredenburg, saxophone and Javier Rodriguez, bassoon – for a "rituals"-themed concert. The piece is lovingly dedicated to the memory of my mother, Linda, who passed away while I was writing the work. To honor her love of hymns and the rituals of grief, the rhythmic pattern from the stark refrain of Philp P. Bliss's hymn, "It is Well with my Soul," is woven throughout the piece. The title comes from the second line of Christina Rossetti's poem, "Echo."
— Andrea Reinkemeyer
— Andrea Reinkemeyer
Reproduction Notice:
This program note may be freely reproduced in concert programs, provided that proper credit is given to the composer.
This program note may be freely reproduced in concert programs, provided that proper credit is given to the composer.
Echo
CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again tho' cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.
CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again tho' cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.