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Suite de Lorea
by Einojuhani Rautavaara
I. Canci6n de jinete
(Song of the Horseman)
Cordoba. Distant and alone.
Small black pony. large moon.
and olives in my saddlebag.
Although I know the roads.
I will never arrive in Cordoba.
Over the plain. through the wind.
small black horse. red moon.
Death is watching me
from the towers of Cordoba.
Oh, what a long road!
Ah, my valiant little horse!
Oh, how death awaits me
before arriving in Cordoba.
Cordoba.
Distant and alone.
II. El Grtto (The Scream)
The ellipse of a scream
goes from mountain
to mountain.
From the olive trees
it will be a black rainbow
over the blue night.
Ahh!
As the bow of a viola.
the scream has caused the
long cords of the wind to vibrate.
Ahh!
(The peoples of the caverns bring out
their oil lamps.)
III. La luna asoma (The Moon Rises)
When the moon comes out
the bells are lost
and impenetrable paths
appear.
When the moon comes out.
the sea covers the land
and the heart feels like an
island in infinity.
No one eats oranges
under the full moon.
One should eat fruit.
green and frozen.
When the moon of a
hundred equal faces comes out.
the silver coins
sob in the pocket.
IV. Malaguena (Song of Malaga)
Death
enters and leaves
the tavern.
Black horses
and sinister people pass
by the depths
of the guitar.
And there is a smell of salt
and of female blood
on the feverish plants
of the seashore.
Take Him, Earth, for
Cherishing
by Herbert Howells
-Federico Garcia Lorca
Take him. earth. for cherishing.
To thy tender breast receive him.
Body of a man I bring thee.
Noble even in its ruin.
Once was this a spirit's dwelling.
By the breath of God created.
High the heart that here was beating.
Christ the prince of all its living.
Guard him well. the dead I give thee.
Not unmindful of His creature
Shall He ask it: He who made it
Symbol of His mystery.
Comes the hour God hath appointed
To fulfill the hope of men.
Then must thou. in very fashion.
What I give. return again.
Body of a man I bring thee.
Take. 0 take him.
Not though ancient time decaying
Wear away these bones to sand.
Ashes that a man might measure
In the hollow of his hand:
Not though wandering winds.
Drifting through the empty sky.
Scatter dust was nerve and sinew.
Is it given to man to die.
Once again the shining road
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