אם מוסיקה היא מזון האהבה – שקספיר בצלילים ובמילים

תכנית ייחודית המגישה יצירות קאמריות וכן אריות ושירים שנכתבו בהשראת מחזותיו המפורסמים של ויליאם שקספיר.

יעל קרת, פסנתר
יעל לויטה, סופרן

ליאב קרבל, צ'לו

רפאל עבאס, שחקן

תכנית:

יוהאנס ברהמס: חמישה שירי אופליה

איך אכיר אהוב אמת?

תכריך צח כשלג

מחר יום האהבה הקדוש

בלי ארון נקברה הגופה

והאמנם הוא שוב לא ישוב?

ריכרד שטראוס: שלושה שירי אופליה אופוס 63

איך אכיר אהוב אמת?

מחר יום האהבה הקדוש

בלי ארון נקברה הגופה

סרגיי פרוקופייב: שני קטעים מתוך הסוויטה "רומיאו ויוליה" לפסנתר סולו

יוליה הצעירה - הנזיר לורנס

רוג'ר קווילטר: שלושה שירי שקספיר 

בוא, מוות (הלילה ה-12)

גבירתי שלי (הלילה ה-12)

ילל, השתולל רוח קר (כטוב בעיניכם)

נד רורם: שלושה קטעים מתוך "בעקבות שקספיר" לצ'לו סולו

ליר – קתרינה - ליר

אריך וולפגנג קורנגולד: "רוב מהומה על לא מאומה", סוויטה לצ'לו ופסנתר

אריך וולפגנג קורנגולד: ארבעה שירי שקספיר אופוס 31 

שירה של דזדמונה (אותלו)

תחת העץ הירוק (כטוב בעיניכם)

ילל, השתולל רוח קר (כטוב בעיניכם)

כאשר הציפורים שרות (כטוב בעיניכם)

ויליאם שקספיר: סונטות

BRAHMS  - 5 OPHELIA SONGS

R. STRAUSS – 3 OPHELIA SONGS

How shall I know your true love (Brahms, Strauss)

English Translation © Richard Stokes

How shall I know your true love

From others now?

By the cockle hat and staff

And the sandal shoes.

He is dead and long gone,

Dead and gone, lady!

At his head green grass,

At his feet a stone.

His shroud is as white (Brahms)

English Translation © Richard Stokes

His shroud is as white as snow

Adorned with blessed flowers.

Which had to go tear-stained to the grave,

Wet with love’s showers.

Tomorrow is St Valentine’s Day (Brahms, Strauss)

English Translation © Richard Stokes

Tomorrow is St Valentine’s Day,

So early in the day.

And I, a maid at the window,

Shall be your Valentine.

The young man was ready, put trousers on,

Opened up the chamber door,

Let in the maid who as a maid

Departed nevermore.

They bore him bare-faced on the bier (Brahms, Strauss)

English Translation © Richard Stokes

They bore him bare-faced on the bier,

Alas, ah alas!

And many a tear fell into his grave,

A-down, a-down, you must call him a-down.

For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

And will he not come again? (Brahms)

English Translation © Richard Stokes

And will he not come again?

And will he not come again?

He is dead, alas!

Go to thy death-bed,

He never will come again.

His beard was as white as snow,

All flaxen was his poll.

He is gone, is gone,

And nothing comes of mourning:

May God help him into the kingdom of heaven!

QUILTER – 3 SHAKESPEARE SONGS

Come away death

Come away, come away, death,

And in sad cypress let me be laid.

Fly away, fly away, breath;

I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

O, prepare it!

My part of death, no one so true

Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,

On my black coffin let there be strown.

Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.

A thousand thousand sighs to save,

Lay me, O, where

Sad true lover never find my grave,

To weep there!

From Twelfth Night, Act II Scene 4

O mistress mine

William Shakespeare 1602

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O stay and hear; your true love’s coming,

That can sing both high and low;

Trip no further, pretty sweeting;

Journeys end in lovers’ meeting,

Every wise man’s son doth know.

What is love? ’tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What’s to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty;

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty;

Youth’s a stuff will not endure.

From Twelfth Night, Act II Scene 3

Blow, blow thou winter wind

William Shakespeare 1599

Blow, blow thou winter wind,

Thou art not so unkind

As man’s ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not so keen

Although thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh ho! sing heigh ho!

Unto the green holly:

Most friendship is feigning,

Most loving mere folly:

Then, heigh ho! the holly!

This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,

Thou dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp,

Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember’d not.

Heigh ho! sing heigh ho!

unto the green holly:

Most friendship is feigning,

most loving mere folly

Then, heigh ho! the holly!

This life is most jolly.

From As You Like It, Act II Scene 7

KORNGOLD – 4 SHAKESPEARE SONGS

Desdemona’s song

The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,

Sing all a green willow:

Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,

Sing willow, willow, willow:

The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans;

Sing willow, willow, willow;

Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;

Sing willow, willow, willow.

Sing all a green willow my garland must be,

Sing all a green willow;

Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve,

Sing willow, willow, willow:

I called my love false love; but what said he then?

Sing willow, willow, willow:

If I court moe women, you'll couch with moe men!

Sing willow, willow, willow…

Under the greenwood tree

Under the greenwood tree

Who loves to lie with me,

And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun

And loves to live i' the sun,

Seeking the food he eats,

And pleased with what he gets,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

Blow blow thou winter wind

..

Blow, blow thou winter wind,

Thou art not so unkind

As man’s ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not so keen

Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh ho! sing heigh ho!

Unto the green holly:

Most friendship is feigning,

Most loving mere folly:

Then, heigh ho! the holly!

This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,

Thou dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp,

Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember’d not.

Heigh ho! sing heigh ho!

unto the green holly:

Most friendship is feigning,

most loving mere folly

Then, heigh ho! the holly!

This life is most jolly.

When birds do sing

It was a lover and his lass,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

That o’er the green cornfield did pass,

In springtime, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;

Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

Those pretty country folks would lie,

In springtime, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;

Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

How that a life was but a flower

In springtime, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;

Sweet lovers love the spring.

And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

For love is crownèd with the prime

In springtime, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;

Sweet lovers love the spring.