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Scored for: soprano and piano Text: Charlotte Mew Duration: 5 minutes Premiere: Laura Strickling, soprano and Laura Ward, piano at Andrea Clearfield’s Salon, April 24, 2022 Commissioned by: Laura Strickling for her 40@40 Project Published by: Angelfire Press. Distributed by Black Tea Music. Contact Trudy Chan
for score and parts. For questions, contact Andrea:
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NOTES
This poem, written by Charlotte Mew in 1915, is a commemoration for those who died during the Great War. In this exquisite poem, she beautifully and poignantly writes about deep grief with deep empathy at a time when the end of the war could not be known. The hoping, waiting and being “at one with Grief” also describes the experience for so many of us during the Covid-19 pandemic.
TEXT
May, 1915
by Charlotte Mew
Let us remember Spring will come again
To the scorched, blackened woods, where the wounded trees
Wait, with their old wise patience for the heavenly rain,
Sure of the sky: sure of the sea to send its healing breeze,
Sure of the sun. And even as to these
Surely the Spring, when God shall please,
Will come again like a divine surprise
To those who sit to-day with their great Dead, hands in their hands,
eyes in their eyes
At one with Love, at one with Grief: blind to the scattered things and
changing skies.
Let Us Remember Spring
Scored for: soprano and piano
Text: Charlotte Mew
Duration: 5 minutes
Premiere: Laura Strickling, soprano and Laura Ward, piano at Andrea Clearfield’s Salon, April 24, 2022
Commissioned by: Laura Strickling for her 40@40 Project
Published by: Angelfire Press. Distributed by Black Tea Music. Contact Trudy Chan
for score and parts. For questions, contact Andrea:
Listen on Spotify
WATCH
NOTES
This poem, written by Charlotte Mew in 1915, is a commemoration for those who died during the Great War. In this exquisite poem, she beautifully and poignantly writes about deep grief with deep empathy at a time when the end of the war could not be known. The hoping, waiting and being “at one with Grief” also describes the experience for so many of us during the Covid-19 pandemic.
TEXT
May, 1915
by Charlotte Mew
Let us remember Spring will come again
To the scorched, blackened woods, where the wounded trees
Wait, with their old wise patience for the heavenly rain,
Sure of the sky: sure of the sea to send its healing breeze,
Sure of the sun. And even as to these
Surely the Spring, when God shall please,
Will come again like a divine surprise
To those who sit to-day with their great Dead, hands in their hands,
eyes in their eyes
At one with Love, at one with Grief: blind to the scattered things and
changing skies.