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Ahjo Ensemble performed Rebecca Clarke's work "Philomela", composed in 1914 to the lyrics by Sir Philip Sidney, who lived a short life in the mid-16th century. Conducted by Julia Lainema, performed in spring 2022. From Julia's blog (translated from Finnish): "Rebecca Clarke's Philomela has many characteristics typical of Clarke's compositional style, such as chromaticism and organically evolving harmonic progressions. The four-part choral suite resonates richly and expressively. Triplets sway against a steady rhythm, adding liveliness to the texture. Clarke has captured the described pain and distress in her melodies. The piece is thought-provoking and touching, full of emotional content". Lyrics: The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, While late bare earth, proud of new clothing, springeth, Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making, And mournfully bewailing, Her throat in tunes expresseth What grief her breast oppresseth For Tereus’ force on her chaste will prevailing. O Philomela fair, O take some gladness, That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness: Thine earth now springs, mine fadeth; Thy thorn without, my thorn my heart invadeth. Alas, she hath no other cause of anguish But Tereus’ love, on her by strong hand wroken, Wherein she suffering, all her spirits languish; Full womanlike complains her will was broken. But I, who daily craving, Cannot have to content me, Have more cause to lament me, Since wanting is more woe than too much having. O Philomela fair, O take some gladness, That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness: Thine earth now springs, mine fadeth; Thy thorn without, my thorn my heart invadeth. (sir Philip Sidney) https://www.ahjoensemble.com/