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Thursday, 12 March 2009

Today's Music Video - Proud Songsters

I set this Thomas Hardy poem many years ago, before I knew Britten's tumultuous setting. I took a cue from the words "and the finches whistle in ones and pairs" and give quite a spare accompaniment. I shall add the poem under the video.

The thrushes sing as the sun is going,
And the finches whistle in ones and pairs,
And as it gets dark loud nightingales
In bushes
Pipe, as they can when April wears,
As if all Time were theirs.
These are brand-new birds of twelve-months’ growing,
Which a year ago, or less than twain,
No finches were, nor nightingales,
Nor thrushes,
But only particles of grain,
And earth, and air, and rain.

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