Peter Warlock, Ralph Vaughan Williams

Sonnets

dances about Shakespeare in one act

Age 12+

Dates

Music: Peter Warlock and Ralph Vaughan Williams
Libretto, choreography and staging: recipient of the Fransysk Skaryna Medal Aleksandra Tikhomirova
Musical director: Ivan Kostyakhin
Costume designer: Ekaterina Bulgakova
Set designer: Artur Gurin
Lighting designer: Nina Ivankina
Assistant ballet master: winner of international competitions Takatoshi Machiyama
Conductor: Aleh Lessoun
Running time: 25 minutes
Premiere: 1 December 2016

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If you could know what gibberish empowers 
The verse that grows…

Anna Akhmatova

1.    William Shakespeare, Sonnet XXV
Let those who are in favour with their stars,
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun's eye;
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for worth,
After a thousand victories once foil'd,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
   Then happy I, that love and am beloved
   Where I may not remove nor be removed.
2. Basse-Dance. Beginning of the Ball.
3. Pavane. Poet and Love
4. Tordion. Poet, White Angel  and Black Angel
5. Bransles. Poet and Milieu
6. Pieds-en-l`Air. Poet and Dream
7. Sword Dance. Jig.  End of the Ball.
8. Fantasia on ‘Greensleeves’, The Birth of the Globe. Poems Set Sail for Eternity.
9. William Shakespeare, Sonnet XXVII
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
   Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
   For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

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