I agree about the Baker/Barbirolli version, Max, irreplaceable - and yet
Dame Clara gives one a unique frisson of distilled late Victorian genuwine.
(But this poem is quite good compared with Mathilde Wesendoncks "Träume" -
and what wagner conjured out of that!)
mj
Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
In high silk hose and peekaboo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.
Livingston/Evans 1947
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From: "Max Richards" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, February 23, 2009 11:59 PM
Subject: where corals lie
> Richard Garnett:
>
> The deeps have music soft and low
> When winds awake the airy spry,
> It lures me, lures me on to go
> And see the land where corals lie.
>
> By mount and mead, by lawn and rill,
> When night is deep, and moon is high,
> That music seeks and finds me still,
> And tells me where the corals lie.
>
> Yes, press my eyelids close, 'tis well,
> But far the rapid fancies fly
> To rolling worlds of wave and shell,
> And all the lands where corals lie.
>
> Thy lips are like a sunset glow,
> Thy smile is like a morning sky,
> Yet leave me, leave me, let me go
> And see the land where corals lie.
>
> by Richard Garnett, set by Elgar Sea Pictures 1899, it seems...
>
> Was there ever a case where music better redeemed a rather dud poem?
>
> Janet Baker's version caught me first and forever.
>
> Max
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