ETERNAL REFLECTIONS 

for mixed a cappella choir

Written: 2009
Duration: 14'
Formerly titled On The Day The World Ends
Instrumentation: mixed SATB choir (a cappella with divisis, SSAATTBB)
Commissioned by Volti, Robert Geary, Artistic Director,  for Volti's 30th Season
Winner of the Cinncinati Camerata Composition Competition
World PremiereVoltiRobert Geary, Director, San Francisco, Berkeley & Palo Alto, CA, USA, May 15-17, 2009.
PublisherBill Holab Music
 

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PROGRAM NOTE
 (Short Version for Programs)

Eternal Reflections consists of settings of the poems A Song on the End of the World by Czeslaw Milosz, Life’s Tragedy by Paul Laurence Dunbar and Do not stand at my grave and weep by Mary E. Frye. Milosz is a Nobel Prize-winning Polish-American poet, Paul Laurence Dunbar is America's first prominent African-American poet, and Mary E. Frye was a housewife and florist who became well-known because of her poem.

PROGRAM NOTE
 (Long Version)

Eternal Reflections consists of settings of the poems A Song on the End of the World by Czeslaw MiloszLife’s Tragedy by Paul Laurence Dunbar and Do not stand at my grave and weep by Mary E. Frye.

Milosz is a Nobel Prize-winning, Lithuanian and Polish-American poet, prose writer and translator, and is widely considered one of the greatest poets of the twentieth century. After spending most of World War II in Nazi-occupied Warsaw working for underground presses, he emegrated to America and taught at the University of California at Berkeley for more than twenty years. I chose this poem partly because I knew this work would be premiered in Berkeley, where he lived for many years.

Paul Laurence Dunbar is America’s first prominent African-American poet and was a child of ex-slaves. Although he died at the relatively young age of 33, he produced a large body of work, including this poem and the lyrics for In Dahomey (1903), the first musical written and performed entirely by African-Americans to appear on Broadway. He was friends with many prominent figures of his day, including Wilbur and Orville Wright, Frederick Douglass and Booker T. Washington, and toward the end of his life he was honored with a ceremonial sword by President Theodore Roosevelt.

Mary E. Frye was a housewife and florist who became well-known because of her poem. According to an article in the London Times, “Frye had never written any poetry before 1932, when she and her husband had a young German Jewish girl, Margaret Schwarzkopf, staying with them. According to Frye, their guest had been concerned about her mother, who was ill in Germany, but she had been warned not to return home because of increasing anti-Semitic unrest. When her mother died, the heartbroken young woman told Frye that she never had the chance to “stand by my mother’s grave and shed a tear.” Although many versions of this un-copyrighted poem exist, the version used in this setting is the one Frye claimed as definitive before she died.

Although the three poems are related thematically, there are a few other details that link them together. They are all by poets who lived in America, and both Dunbar and Frye were born in Dayton, Ohio. The poems by both Milosz and Frye are profoundly influenced by the tragedies of World War II, and both Milosz and Frye passed away in 2004. Finally, all three poems use musical and aural metaphors, which are particularly useful when setting poems for a choir. These movements may be performed individually or together as a three-movement work.

Eternal Reflections was commissioned by Volti, Robert Geary, Artistic Director,  for Volti's 30th Season.

  • A Song On the End of the World

    On the day the world ends
    A bee circles a clover,
    A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
    Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
    By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
    And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

    On the day the world ends
    Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
    A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
    Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
    And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
    The voice of a violin lasts in the air
    And leads into a starry night.

    And those who expected lightning and thunder
    Are disappointed.
    And those who expected signs and archangels’ trumps
    Do not believe it is happening now.
    As long as the sun and the moon are above,
    As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
    As long as rosy infants are born
    No one believes it is happening now.

    Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
    Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy,
    Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
    No other end of the world will there be,
    No other end of the world will there be.

    Czeslaw Milosz (1911-2004) Translated by Anthony Milosz

    Based on the poem “A Song on the End of the World” © 1945 Czeslaw Milosz, used with the permission of The Wylie Agency LLC. All rights reserved.

    Life’s Tragedy

    It may be misery not to sing at all,
    And to go silent through the brimming day;
    It may be misery never to be loved,
    But deeper griefs than these beset the way.

    To sing the perfect song,
    And by a half-tone lost the key,
    There the potent sorrow, there the grief,
    The pale, sad staring of Life’s Tragedy.

    To have come near to the perfect love,
    Not the hot passion of untempered youth,
    But that which lies aside its vanity,
    And gives, for thy trusting worship, truth.

    This, this indeed is to be accursed,
    For if we mortals love, or if we sing,
    We count our joys not by what we have,
    But by what kept us from that perfect thing.

    Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906) Public Domain, 1903.

    Do not stand at my grave and weep

    Do not stand at my grave and weep,
    I am not there, I do not sleep.
    I am in a thousand winds that blow,
    I am the softly falling snow.
    I am the gentle showers of rain,
    I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush,
    I am in the graceful rush
    Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
    I am the starshine of the night.
    I am in the flowers that bloom,
    I am in a quiet room.
    I am in the birds that sing,
    I am in each lovely thing.
    Do not stand at my grave and cry,
    I am not there. I do not die.

    Attributed to Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2006) Public Domain, 1932.

Press Quotes

Eternal Reflections, which gives the disc its title, reveals Paterson’s ability to treat words with utmost clarity and send them soaring or engaging in deft choral conversation.
— Donald Rosenberg, Gramophone
...”A Song on the End of the World” (Czeslaw Milosz), the first part of Eternal Reflections captures the colorful language based in its grounded and indeed very earthy verbal tonality with music that is at once full of character and primary-color oriented so that we simply do not miss the conversation even if the understanding might take a little longer to apprehend. I find this generally true of all Paterson’s art that I have heard thus far; he doesn’t give you the choice to ignore him. What he says is done with an uncanny knack for immediate communicability, and his expressive artistry in portraying his interpretation of the texts at hand is vivid and memorable.
— Steven Ritter, Audiophile Audition
If this is not in [Volti’s] 30 year recording project, it must be. It is an incredibly moving piece for young and old alike... It has the makings of a modern Choral Standard, Volti should do what it can to help it along the path. Thank you for the commission and the first performance, but the commercial recording will put the icing on the wonderful cake you made... One would think that three texts on eschatology, tragedy, and death would make for a rather dismal piece of music. But Rob has created one of the most moving and beautiful compositions it has ever been my pleasure to hear. A poignant pleasure to be sure, but aren’t those really the best kind?... If you ever get a chance to hear this work, or Volti does record it, let nothing get in your way. Hear it!
— Carlin Black, The Blue Roads of Thinking
...a generally sober and atmospheric three-movement setting...
— Infodad.com