Well, for now, I'm going to try embedding the video of a piece that my choir, Cantilena, performed yesterday.
The piece is Fern Hill, written by John Corigliano from the poem by Dylan Thomas.
I sang the mezzo solo, and was very very happy to be able to do it. I love this piece.
Glenn Bennet conducting, Robert Mills on piano, and I'm sorry but I don't know the full names of the string quartet.
Full text of the poem and the author reading it here (it's worth it).
Words to my part, which is all I have video for at this time:
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
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