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Small Ensemble Piano,Vocal,Voice - Level 5 - Digital Download

SKU: A0.978194

Composed by Jason A. Heald. Contemporary. Score. 16 pages. Call of the Wild Publishing #6265333. Published by Call of the Wild Publishing (A0.978194).

THREE LABE SONNETS for mezzo-soprano and piano is a collection of settings by Louise LabÃ©, (1520-1566), a female French Renaissance poet. LabÃ© was fluent in Latin and Italian, and a trained musician. She wrote twenty-four sonnets.
TRANSLATION
Sonnet VIII - I Live, I Die I live, I die, I burn with fire, I drown. It matters very little what I feel; All life is now too real, now too surreal; Joy comes and endless boredom weighs me down, And suddenly I laugh and then I cry; With grief and bliss Iâ€™m weeping for the past; Good feelings go away and yet they last, And suddenly I bleed and then I sigh. Thatâ€™s how it goes. Strange, ever changing love Has worn me out. I wish I were removed From such a star-crossed fate! I need a truce With Lady Luck. Again and yet again, Her wheel is spinning madly to produce This wanton, wild, intense, exquisite pain.

Sonnet XVIII - O Kiss Me O kiss me, kiss me, re-kiss me, and kiss! Be reckless, impudent, hot-headed, bold! O woo me! Pursue me! Kiss me like this: And Iâ€™ll give back fifty as hot as red coals. There, is it hurting? Come, letâ€™s soothe the pain. Iâ€™ll give you sixty others just like these. And so weâ€™ll kiss again and then again, While we enjoy each other at our ease. I know thereâ€™s fire within your unshaped clay, And so, allow me, love, to share my happiness: O letâ€™s make burning passion rule today. Iâ€™m fond of doing what I love to do, Yet cannot feel supreme delight unless I have my other wild encounters, too.

Sonnet XIV - As Long As Tears As long as tears can well up in my eyes Iâ€™m saddened that our nights are marked by pain. And now my voice expresses once again A plaintive melody Iâ€™ve improvised. As long as I can pluck the lute, I try To sing about your charms in my refrain. As long as I can think, my fevered brain Is burning with an ardent zeal. I cry And cry a hundred thousand times for you. But when I feel my whirling thoughts grow still, And when both hand and voice wonâ€™t work their will, Because your treachery is piercing through My heart, Iâ€™ll know thereâ€™s just one final way. Iâ€™ll ask for Death to darken that bleak day.