Two Trench Poems - Luciano Williamson by Luciano Williamson

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Two Trench Poems

for baritone and piano 201 8 rev. 2020

Luciano Williamson Texts by Wilfred Owen and Isaac Rosenberg

Copyright © 2020 Luciano Williamson All rights reserved lucianowilliamson@hotmail.com www.lucianowilliamson.com Two Trench Poems was commissioned by the Welsh Music Guild for Jeremy Huw Williams, as part of the Paul Mealor Award for Young Composers 201 8. It was first performed by Jeremy Huw Williams and Paula Fan on October 25th 201 8 in the Dixon Recital Hall, Tulane University, New Orleans US.

Two Trench Poems sets the texts of two young poets who died fighting in the First World War 1 00 years ago. Both responding to the horrors of the war, they nonetheless take very different approaches. Owen tackles his imagery head-on, unapolagetically showing the brutality of the trenches. Rosenberg, meanwhile, concentrates on a single peaceful moment, allowing the listener to infer the savagery that juxtaposes with the poem.

Duration approx. 1 1 '00"

Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.— Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

Break of Day in the Trenches by Isaac Rosenberg The darkness crumbles away. It is the same old druid Time as ever, Only a live thing leaps my hand, A queer sardonic rat, As I pull the parapet’s poppy To stick behind my ear. Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knew Your cosmopolitan sympathies. Now you have touched this English hand You will do the same to a German Soon, no doubt, if it be your pleasure To cross the sleeping green between. It seems you inwardly grin as you pass Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes, Less chanced than you for life, Bonds to the whims of murder, Sprawled in the bowels of the earth, The torn fields of France. What do you see in our eyes At the shrieking iron and flame Hurled through still heavens? What quaver—what heart aghast? Poppies whose roots are in man’s veins Drop, and are ever dropping; But mine in my ear is safe— Just a little white with the dust.

to Jeremy Huw Williams

Two Trench Poems for baritone and piano

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