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Composer: Frank Ticheli b. 1958
Year: 1992
Instrumentation: medium voice, alto saxophone, piano

The poems for this work were taken from Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali (Song Offerings), written in India around 1910 during a restless, almost sleepless period in the poets life. Introduced to the west in 1912, they became widely recognized for their simple, captivating descriptions of nature and their yearning spiritual tone. Almost every line is filled with natural images, and a wandering, restless mood is ever present. This sense is captured by the composer in his setting for voice, alto saxophone, and piano.

Movement titles: I. Nightfall, II. Light, III. Departure.

Jill Pearon, soprano
Timothy McAllister, alto saxophone
Kirk Severtson, piano

Live Performance: Cambridge, MA - 2005

Song Text:

Nightfall
The day is no more, the shadow is upon the earth. It is time that I go to the stream to fill my pitcher.
The evening air is eager with the sad music of the water.
Ah, it calls me out into the dusk.
In the lonely lane there is no passer-by, the wind is up, the ripples are rampant in the river.
I know not if I shall come back home. I know not whom I shall chance to meet.
There at the roding in the little boat the unknown man plays upon his lute.

Light
Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heartsweetening light!
Ah, the light dance, my darling, at the center of my life; the light strikes,
my darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.
The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, and it scatters gems in profusion.
Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure.
The heaven’s river has drowned its bank and the flood of joy is abroad.

Departure
I must launch out my boat. The languid hours pass by on the shore –
Alas for me!
The spring has done its flowering and taken leave.
And now with the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger.
The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lane the yellow leaves flutter and fall.
What emptiness do you gaze upon! Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air with the notes of
the far away song floating from the other shore?

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