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Learning the Libera Me from Verdi’s Requiem   Leave a comment

Above: ¬†Title Page from the Score of Verdi’s Requiem

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:

The 10:30 A.M. service at St. Gregory the Great Episcopal Church, Athens, Georgia, will conclude with most of the Libera Me, the final movement, of the Requiem by Giuseppe Verdi.

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Learning the Libera Me from Verdi’s Requiem,

studying the score,

listening to a recording,

studying the score while listening to a recording,

singing along while doing this,

getting lost,

finding my place again,

melting into the music,

doing all this alone–

rehearsing the piece with my fellow choir members,

watching the conductor,

melting into the music,

doing all this in public–

preparing for the Palm Sunday service and its climactic conclusion–

striving for excellence,

working to meet a challenge,

finding all of this rewarding

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

MARCH 24, 2012 COMMON ERA

THE FEAST OF OSCAR ROMERO, ROMAN CATHOLIC ARCHBISHOP OF SAN SALVADOR, AND THE MARTYRS OF EL SALVADOR

THE FEAST OF SAINT DIDACUS OF CADIZ, CAPUCHIN FRIAR

THE FEAST OF PAUL COUTURIER, ECUMENIST 

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To Some Young Ladies, On Hearing Them Sing   1 comment

Your voices last night as they floated along,

‘Cross Choccoloc street, in a soul-stirring song,

Brought up recollections of a past, pleasing still,

Tho’ they opened a void, they’d no power to fill.

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‘Twas the memory of childhood, its joys and its home,

E’er the world’s follies taught our young feet to roam;

And a sister’s sweet voice seemed to fall on my ears,

And it carried me back o’er the long dreary years,

And I lived, in my fancy, those scenes o’er again.

It was pleasant, but somehow commingled with pain.

Like–darkly bright April, I would weep for a while,

And as suddenly change my tears for a smile,

When sometimes I’d drown in the memory of yore

The heart-chilling thought, “I can know them no more.”

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Censure not, for my weakness, kind Misses, I pray–

If you deem it a weakness to be moved by your lay.

If you could but listen to yourselves for a wee,

You’d deem joy and sorrow all but weakness in me.

Then ecstasy to your hearts you would bring,

Nor blame me for listening unawares to you sing.

JOHN DODSON TAYLOR, SR.

Oxford, Alabama

April, 1883

Posted November 21, 2011 by neatnik2009 in Alabama, John Dodson Taylor Sr.--Poems

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What is Beauty?   Leave a comment

Relaxed Kittens

Image Source = Adriano

(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Cats_Petunia_and_Mimosa_2004.jpg)

What is beauty but the

Hand of God?

What is beauty but the

Sound of God?

What is beauty but the

Voice of God?

What is beauty but the

Love of God?

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What is beauty but the

Sound of poetry?

What is beauty but the

Sound of a gurgling brook?

What is beauty but the

Purr of a happy cat?

What is beauty but the

Song of the birds?

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What is beauty but the

Song of the crickets?

What is beauty but the

Sound of growing grass?

What is beauty but the

Sound of great literature?

What is beauty but the

Sound of Mozart?

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What is beauty?

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

June 1, 1990

Posted August 22, 2011 by neatnik2009 in Kenneth Randolph Taylor 1990s

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