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All in green went my love riding
Classical/Contemporary • 1998 • Lyricist: E. E. Cummings
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All in green went my love riding
Instrumentation |
Piano, Horn, Voice |
Scored for |
Trio |
Type of score |
Full score, Parts |
Publisher |
Barbara Ulman |
Language |
English |
Difficulty |
Advanced |
Duration |
5'25 |
YouTube Link: https://youtu.be/LXajfsyyF8g
Score, concert pitch score and parts.
The poetry of e. e. cummings always sings to me. When I learned that the Eighteenth Century horn calls revealed details of the hunt to the hunters, I decided to incorporate them into the music for "All in green went my love riding." Those calls plus the ominous phrase repeated by the horn in each verse predict the conclusion of the poem, even before all the words have been sung.
Scored here for high voice, French horn, and piano, the poem tells a story. A musical theme is associated with each passage at the start of the poem. These themes return in each verse for related verbal passages. The intensity builds toward the final phrase, "My heart fell dead before," which is followed by a dramatic horn passage and summarizing chords in the piano.
All in green went my love riding
by E. E. Cummings
All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.
Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift sweet deer
the red rare deer.
Four red roebuck at a white water
the cruel bugle sang before.
Horn at hip went my love riding
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the level meadows ran before.
Softer be they than slippered sleep
the lean lithe deer
the fleet flown deer.
Four fleet does at a gold valley
the famished arrow sang before.
Bow at belt went my love riding
riding the mountain down
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the sheer peaks ran before.
Paler be they than daunting death
the sleek slim deer
the tall tense deer.
Four tall stags at a green mountain
the lucky hunter sang before.
All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
my heart fell dead before.
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