Original Poem by Audrey Vaughan, using my French translation, with a brief Latin introduction (meaning: "for this is my body"). Set for SATB choir. It is a meditation on the meaning of transubstantiation. Hoc est enim corpus meum L'éternité du monde...  moreOriginal Poem by Audrey Vaughan, using my French translation, with a brief Latin introduction (meaning: "for this is my body"). Set for SATB choir. It is a meditation on the meaning of transubstantiation. Hoc est enim corpus meum L'éternité du monde repose dans ma main la peine lourde d'amour, de rédemption est un soupir dans ma main O mon Christ Seigneur de l'infini petit pour mon confort, là dans ma main Humilité d'amour qui repose là si bas, Blanc, plein de confiance et soin dans ma main Là dans ma main repose mon Dieu. Hoc est enim corpus meum. [English original] Hoc est enim corpus meum The world's eternity lies here within my hand. The weight of pain, of love, redemption is a sigh upon my hand, My Christ, Lord of the infinite, small to my comfort in my hand. Humility of Love that tender here lies low. White, trusting, full of care within my hand. So, in my hand lies God. Hoc est enim corpus meum.  less

"PRAYER" by Morten Lauridsen - Poem by Dana Gioia Coro de Cámara Patagonia - Anica Arnsek, piano / Eduardo Andrés Malachevsky, dir. Camping Musical Bariloche (Bariloche, ARGENTINA) 6/6/2015

Herbert Howells - Take him, earth, for cherishing Downtown Voices Stephen Sands, conductor Trinity Church, NYC Text translated by Helen Waddell, from a 4th-century Poem by Aurelius Clemens Prudentius: Take him, earth, for cherishing, to thy ...  moreHerbert Howells - Take him, earth, for cherishing Downtown Voices Stephen Sands, conductor Trinity Church, NYC Text translated by Helen Waddell, from a 4th-century Poem by Aurelius Clemens Prudentius: 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 fulfil the hope of men, then must thou, in very fashion, what I give, return again. 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 and idle, drifting through the empty sky, scatter dust was nerve and sinew, is it given to man to die. Once again the shining...    less

Ensemble quartonal: Music, When Soft Voices Die (Music by Edward C. Bairstow, Poem by Shelly) Das "Ensemble quartonal" wurde im Jahr 2006 von vier ehemaligen Mitgliedern der Chorknaben Uetersen gegründet. Im Mai 2010 konnte das junge Quartett beim Deut...  moreEnsemble quartonal: Music, When Soft Voices Die (Music by Edward C. Bairstow, Poem by Shelly) Das "Ensemble quartonal" wurde im Jahr 2006 von vier ehemaligen Mitgliedern der Chorknaben Uetersen gegründet. Im Mai 2010 konnte das junge Quartett beim Deutschen Chorwettbewerb den 1. Preis in der erstmals ausgeschriebenen Kategorie der klassischen Ensembles gewinnen und wurde damit über die Landesgrenzen hinaus bekannt. Diese Aufnahme stammt von einem Konzert im Lübecker Dom.  

Colloque Sentimental English version by S N Solomons after the Poem by Paul Verlaine music for three altos a cappella, composed and performed by David W Solomons Colloque Sentimental - (translation by S N Solomons after Paul Verlaine) In the age-...  moreColloque Sentimental English version by S N Solomons after the Poem by Paul Verlaine music for three altos a cappella, composed and performed by David W Solomons Colloque Sentimental - (translation by S N Solomons after Paul Verlaine) In the age-old park, treading the icy grass Two lone forms ere a while went past. Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and moist, Almost inaudible their voice. In the cold lonely park, pacing the grass, Twin lonely spectres have evoked the past. "Dost thou recall our ecstasy of old?" "Why would you think I should recall?" "And at my name does thy heart pulse and grow? And in thy dreams seest thou my soul?" "No!" "Those lovely days of unheard bliss and free ... We fused our lips as one!" "Ah, that might be." "How blue the heavens and our hope how high!" "Hope has fled vanquished to the sombre sky." And so they wandered in the unkempt grass, And night alone heard all the words that passed.  less

Barlow Bradford's Utah Chamber Artists perform "Requiescat" by Eric William Barnum at their annual Cathedral Collage concert on September 17, 2012 in the Cathedral of the Madeleine in Salt Lake City. Barnum set his music to the Poem "Requiescat" by Oscar...  moreBarlow Bradford's Utah Chamber Artists perform "Requiescat" by Eric William Barnum at their annual Cathedral Collage concert on September 17, 2012 in the Cathedral of the Madeleine in Salt Lake City. Barnum set his music to the Poem "Requiescat" by Oscar Wilde. Photography by Heather Lynn Roberts. To see more of her photos please visit www.sourcesofbeauty.com Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, She is at rest. Peace, peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it.  less

A setting by Edward Gold of a Poem by Thomas Love Peacock sung by David Warin Solomons multitracking as the dwsChorale Glee- The Ghosts In life three ghostly friars were we, And now three friarly ghosts we be. Around our shadowy table placed, The spe...  moreA setting by Edward Gold of a Poem by Thomas Love Peacock sung by David Warin Solomons multitracking as the dwsChorale Glee- The Ghosts In life three ghostly friars were we, And now three friarly ghosts we be. Around our shadowy table placed, The spectral bowl before us floats: With wine that none but ghosts can taste, We wash our unsubstantial throats. Three merry ghosts—three merry ghosts— three merry ghosts are we: Let the ocean be port, and we’ll think it good sport To be laid in that red sea. With songs that jovial spectres chaunt, Our old refectory still we haunt. The traveller hears our midnight mirth: "O list!" he cries, "the haunted choir!" The merriest ghost that walks the earth, Is sure the ghost of a ghostly friar. Three merry ghosts—three merry ghosts— three merry ghosts are we: Let the ocean be port, and we’ll think it good sport To be laid in that red sea.  less

CROSSING THE BAR music: Nilo Alcala Poem: Alfred, Lord Tennyson WINNER: IGNITE Composition Commissioning Competition 2017-18 performed by: C4: The Choral Composer/Conductor Collective “Water Music” concert conducted by: Benjamin Arendsen solo...  moreCROSSING THE BAR music: Nilo Alcala Poem: Alfred, Lord Tennyson WINNER: IGNITE Composition Commissioning Competition 2017-18 performed by: C4: The Choral Composer/Conductor Collective “Water Music” concert conducted by: Benjamin Arendsen soloists: Soloists: Artemisz Polonyi and Maya Webne-Behrman recording: Noriko Okabe Recorded live June 9, 2018 Church of St. Luke in the Fields, Manhattan, NY  

One Life Can Make a Difference (SATB) ~ For Kayla, in recognition of her H.S. Graduation, May 2009 Poem "It's Up To You" - Anonymous Music - Eric Carlson Performed by Eric and daughters, Kayla & Rachel To order sheet music or CDs, contact: E...  moreOne Life Can Make a Difference (SATB) ~ For Kayla, in recognition of her H.S. Graduation, May 2009 Poem "It's Up To You" - Anonymous Music - Eric Carlson Performed by Eric and daughters, Kayla & Rachel To order sheet music or CDs, contact: Eric Carlson at: CarlsonMusicPro@yahoo.com or by calling 262-930-8995