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  • Mother of Exiles • 5’ • SSA treble choir, SSATB mixed choir, pno

    VIDEO
    Golden Gate International Choral Festival Chorus
    María Guinand, conductor

    POET
    Emma Lazarus

    COMMISSIONER

    Piedmont East Bay Children’s Choir

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    TEXT
    Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
    With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
    Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
    A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
    Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
    MOTHER OF EXILES. From her beacon-hand
    Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
    The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

    "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
    With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
    Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
    The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
    Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
    I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

    PROGRAM NOTES
    Mother of Exiles was commissioned by the 2018 Golden Gate International Choral Festival. The theme of the festival is freedom, and I could think of no better text to express what freedom means than Emma Lazarus’ immortal words, written in 1883 and put on a plaque at the feet of the Statue of Liberty in 1903:

    Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
    With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
    Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
    A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
    Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
    MOTHER OF EXILES. From her beacon-hand
    Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
    The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

    "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
    With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
    Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
    The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
    Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
    I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"


    Approximately fourteen million immigrants passed by the Statue of Liberty between 1886 and 1924 en route to the United States. For these people, her torch was a symbol of welcome and hope for a better life on American shores.

    -S.G.
  • On Thine Own Child • 3’ • SSAA, pno
    POET
    Percy Bysshe Shelley

    COMMISSIONER
    San Francisco Choral Society in collaboration with the Piedmont East Bay Children’s Choir

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    PROGRAM NOTES
    On Thine Own Child is from the oratorio Terra Nostra, with text by Percy Bysshe Shelley.

  • Songs of Joy and Refuge • 4’ • SSAATTBB
    Movement 1: Joy
    Movement 2: Refuge

    AUDIO
    Clerestory and the Young Women's Chorus of San Francisco

    POET
    Sara Teasdale

    COMMISSIONER
    Piedmont East Bay Children’s Choir

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    PROGRAM NOTES
    Songs of Joy and Refuge was commissioned to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the Piedmont East Bay Children’s Choir (Robert Geary, Artistic Director). When Bob approached me with this project, I immediately thought of the exhilaration of singing and sought to find texts that captured this feeling. In my search, I found two lovely poems by the 20th Century American poet Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), each of which illustrates a different aspect of singing. In Joy, Teasdale expresses happiness through the action of singing, whereas in Refuge, Teasdale relies on singing to lift her spirits. Together, these two poems perfectly express to me why we sing.
    -S.G.

    TEXTS
    I. Joy
    I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
    I will sing to the stars in the sky,
    I love, I am loved, he is mine,
    Now at last I can die!
     
    I am sandaled with wind and with flame,
    I have heart-fire and singing to give,
    I can tread on the grass or the stars,
    Now at last I can live!

    II. Refuge
    From my spirit's gray defeat, 
    From my pulse's flagging beat, 
    From my hopes that turned to sand 
    Sifting through my close-clenched hand, 
    From my own fault's slavery, 
    If I can sing, I still am free. 

    For with my singing I can make 
    A refuge for my spirit's sake, 
    A house of shining words, to be 
    My fragile immortality. 
  • There was a child went forth every day • 2’35” • SSAA, pno
    POET
    Walt Whitman

    COMMISSIONER
    San Francisco Choral Society in collaboration with the Piedmont East Bay Children’s Choir

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    The piece will be available in 2017. Please email Inkjar for more information.

    PROGRAM NOTES
    There was a child went forth every day is from the oratorio Terra Nostra, with text by Walt Whitman. Commissioned by the San Francisco Choral Society in collaboration with the Piedmont East Bay Children’s Choir.
  • Wild Wind • 3’40” • treble chorus, children’s chorus, piano, percussionist (optional), and audience participation Enter description here.

    AUDIO
    Performed by Amina-Glen Ellyn Children’s Chorus, Emily Ellsworth, Artistic Director

    POET
    Anne Brontë

    COMMISSIONER
    Amina-Glen Ellyn Children’s Chorus, Emily Ellsworth, Artistic Director

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    TEXT

    And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;
    For above and around me the wild wind is roaring,
    Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.

    The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,
    The bare trees are tossing their branches on high;
    The dead leaves, beneath them, are merrily dancing,
    The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky.

    I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing
    The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray;
    I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing,
    And hear the wild roar of their thunder today!

    PROGRAM NOTES
    When Emily Ellsworth asked me to write a piece that her choirs could perform with school assemblies of young students, I immediately had an image of children impersonating the wind. I searched for texts related to the wind, and was thrilled to discover Lines Composed In a Wood on a Windy Day. This little gem was penned by Anne Brontë (1820-1849), the younger sibling of Emily and Charlotte (all three sisters were writers of both poetry and novels). This particular poem expresses Anne’s joy of seeing the wind wildly animating the forest as she walks through it, as well as her longing to see what the wind is doing to the waves of the sea.