Reginald Smith Brindle El Polifemo de Oro movements I and II played by Timothy Sherren
Timothy Sherren is part of One Great City. Visit http://OneGreatCityDuo.com Reginald Smith Brindle's El Polifemo de Oro (1956, revised 1981) 1. Ben adagio 2. Allegretto After two poems by Frederico Garcia Lorca "Adivinanza de la Guitarra" and "Las Seis Cuerdas" Adivinanza de la Guitarra En la redonanda Encrucijada, Seis Doncellas Bailan. Tres de carne Y tres de plata. Los suenos de ayer las buscan, Pero las tiene abrazadas Un Polifemo de oro. La guitarra! Enigma of the Guitar At the round Crossways, Six maidens Dance. Three of flesh, And three of silver. Yesterday's dreams haunt them, But they are held embraced By the Golden Polyphemus— The guitar! Las Seis Cuerdas La guitarra Hace llorar a los suenos. El sollozo de las almas Perdidas Se escapa por su boca Redonda. Y como la tarantula Teje una gran estrella Para cazar suspiros, Que flotan en su negro Aljibe de madera The Six Strings The guitar Makes dreams weep. The sob of lost Souls Escape from its round Mouth. And like the tarantula, It weaves a great star To trap the sighs, Which float in its black Wooden cistern. Timothy Sherren, Senior Recital at the Peabody Conservatory on March 31st, 2011
Timothy Sherren is part of One Great City. Visit http://OneGreatCityDuo.com Reginald Smith Brindle's El Polifemo de Oro (1956, revised 1981) 1. Ben adagio 2. Allegretto After two poems by Frederico Garcia Lorca "Adivinanza de la Guitarra" and "Las Seis Cuerdas" Adivinanza de la Guitarra En la redonanda Encrucijada, Seis Doncellas Bailan. Tres de carne Y tres de plata. Los suenos de ayer las buscan, Pero las tiene abrazadas Un Polifemo de oro. La guitarra! Enigma of the Guitar At the round Crossways, Six maidens Dance. Three of flesh, And three of silver. Yesterday's dreams haunt them, But they are held embraced By the Golden Polyphemus— The guitar! Las Seis Cuerdas La guitarra Hace llorar a los suenos. El sollozo de las almas Perdidas Se escapa por su boca Redonda. Y como la tarantula Teje una gran estrella Para cazar suspiros, Que flotan en su negro Aljibe de madera The Six Strings The guitar Makes dreams weep. The sob of lost Souls Escape from its round Mouth. And like the tarantula, It weaves a great star To trap the sighs, Which float in its black Wooden cistern. Timothy Sherren, Senior Recital at the Peabody Conservatory on March 31st, 2011