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Songs of Longing and Solitude, Book II

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Kimberly Archer

Kimberly Archer


General Info

Year:
Duration: c. 28:00
Difficulty: VI (see Ratings for explanation)
Publisher: Kimberly Archer
Cost: Score and Parts (print) - Unknown


Movements

5. Premonition
6. The Solitary
7. The Hour Strike
8. Quiet Friend


Instrumentation

Full Score
Solo Tenor Voice (or Soprano)
Flute I-II
Oboe I-II
Bassoon I-II
B-flat Soprano Clarinet I-II
B-flat Trumpet I-II
Horn in F I-II
Trombone I-II
Euphonium
Tuba
Timpani
Percussion I-II-III-IV, including:

  • Bass Drum
  • Chimes
  • Crash Cymbals
  • Glockenspiel
  • Marimba
  • Suspended Cymbal
  • Tam-tam
  • Triangle
  • Vibraphone
  • Xylophone


Errata

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Program Notes

Songs of Longing and Solitude, Book II

V. Premonition

I am like a flag surrounded by distances.
I sense the winds that are coming, and must live them
while the things down below don’t yet stir.

The doors still close softly,
and in the chimneys there’s silence;
the windows don’t tremble yet,
and the dust is still calm.

Then I know the storm already
and grow, grow, and grow,
and grow embroiled like the sea,
and spread myself out and plunge,
and plunge, and plunge deep inside myself
and cast myself off, off,
and am entirely alone in the great storm.


VI. The Solitary

I, who have sailed across an unknown sea,
I am alone among those eternally at home.

Their long days are sated by routine,
while mine yearn for distant dreams.

A new world calls to me,
Perhaps as uninhabited as the moon.
But here, they probe and analize,
and all their words are old and spent.

The creatures that I brought back from far away,
compared with theirs, barely make a sound.

In their native land they were wild,
they were wild, were wild,
but here, they hold their breath,
as if for shame.


VII. The Hour Strikes

The hour strikes so close above me,
so metallic and so clear that all my sense thrum with it.

I feel it now: there’s such power in me
to grasp and sculpt my world.

I know now that nothing has ever been real
without my beholding it.

All becoming has needed me.
My gaze rippens things,
and they come toward me,
to meet and to be met.


VIII. Quiet Friend

Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing opens space around you.
In this darkened bell tow’r let yourself ring.

As you sound, what batters you becomes your strength.
If your life has been painful and drinking it bitter,
turn yourself into wine.

In this boundless, boundless night, boundless night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses.

Become the meaning there.

Embrace your transformation.

And if the world forgets you,
say to the silent earth:
“I flow.”

To the rushing water, speak:
“I am.”

Poetry by Rainer Maria Rilke (translated and excerpted by Kimberly K. Archer)


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