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Peter Warlock: "The Curlew" Pt 1 of 2 Ian Partridge

"The Curlew" Song Cycle by Peter Warlock (1894-1930) Based on poems of William Butler Yeats Ian Partridge (tenor) Music Group of London: David Butt (flute) Janet Craxton (cor anglais) Hugh Bean (violin) Frances Mason (violin) Christopher Wellington (viola) Eileen Croxford (cello) "The Curlew", a song cycle by Peter Warlock on poems by William Butler Yeats. It is generally considered one of the composer's finest works. It was written between 1920 and 1922 for singer and an unusual accompanying group of flute, cor anglais and string quartet. There are four songs, with a short instrumental interlude. "He Reproves the Curlew" ("O Curlew, cry no more in the air") "The lover mourns for the loss of love" ("Pale brows, still hands and dim hair") "The Withering of the Boughs" ("I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds:") Interlude "He Hears the Cry of the Sedge" ("I wander by the edge of this desolate lake") The first, second and last of these poems were taken from The Wind Among the Reeds (pub. 1899), and "The Withering of the Boughs" from In the Seven Woods (pub. 1904). There is a lengthy instrumental introduction to the first song, in which the cry of the curlew is represented by the cor anglais and the peewit by the flute. The songs, which concern lost love, are melancholy in mood. A number of motif elements recur throughout the songs dependent on the point in the text - a structural technique also found in many others of Warlock's songs. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Curlew Photos are of Yeats and Maud Gonne, the woman he loved but never married. She eventually married someone else. Portrait of Yeats as a young man is by Augustus John. "He reproves the curlew" O, curlew, cry no more in the air, Or only to the waters in the West; Because your crying brings to my mind Passion dimm'd eyes and long heavy hair That was shaken out over my breast: There is enough evil in the crying of wind. "The lover mourns for the loss of love" Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love in the end: She looked in my heart one day And saw your image was there; She has gone weeping away.