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 LabĆ©, (1520-1566), a female French Renaissance poet. LabĆ© 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 Iām weeping for the past; Good feelings go away and yet they last, And suddenly I bleed and then I sigh. Thatās 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 Iāll give back fifty as hot as red coals. There, is it hurting? Come, letās soothe the pain. Iāll give you sixty others just like these. And so weāll kiss again and then again, While we enjoy each other at our ease. I know thereās fire within your unshaped clay, And so, allow me, love, to share my happiness: O letās make burning passion rule today. Iām 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 Iām saddened that our nights are marked by pain. And now my voice expresses once again A plaintive melody Iāve 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 wonāt work their will, Because your treachery is piercing through My heart, Iāll know thereās just one final way. Iāll ask for Death to darken that bleak day.
