Jeffri Lynn Carrington  |  Lyric Soprano
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Dent-de-Lion du Midi  |  Composer
A Song Cycle of Love and Death
Dent-de-Lion du Midi is an artist. Music is his deepest passion, and he has been composing all his life. Setting poetry to music connects him with fellow artists of the past. He enjoys walking in the forest, a spirited round of golf, and creating Art in contemplative solitude.
Jeffri Lynn Carrington is a lyric soprano who has studied classical voice for over 10 years. She performs in professional choirs and as a soloist. Her gift is putting her whole heart into her music, and being a true "singer of songs." She takes great care to convey the depth of meaning in the words of our poets. Listeners have called her performances "angelic" and "timeless". Her intention with music is to encourage peace in the world through sharing her voice.
A Song Cycle of Love and Death is a collaboration between lyric soprano Jeffri Lynn Carrington and composer Dent-de-Lion du Midi. Their shared love of poetry and classical music brought them together to create this unique project. Poems chosen for the cycle share an undefinable quality - perhaps a romantic air, mystical tone, or atmospheric feeling. Here are the poems and poets in the cycle to date: Eldorado  |  Edgar Allan Poe The Waking  |   Theodore Roethke The Poison Tree  |  William Blake I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud  |  William Wordsworth Song  |  Christina Georgina Rossetti Romance  |  Robert Louis StevensonSong of the Wave  |  Kahlil GibranThe Dole of the King's Daughter  |  Oscar WildeThe Flight  |  Sara Teasdale Hie Away, Hie Away  |  Sir Walter ScottDream-Song  |  Walter de la MareInvictus  |  William Ernest Henley We will record the cycle with Jeffri Lynn before a full orchestra in studio, cathedral and concert hall. Please check back regularly, as there are many more songs on their way.
A Brief History of the Song Cycle A song cycle is a collection of songs designed to be performed in sequence. Generally, all of the songs are by the same composer, with lyrics from one or more poets. Unity is achieved by narrative or common theme, often underlined by musical means. The term originated to describe cycles of art songs, or German Lieder. The first generally accepted example of a song cycle is Beethoven's An die ferne Geliebte (1816). The genre was firmly established by the cycles of Schubert: his Die schöne Müllerin (1823) and Winterreise (1827), based on poems by Wilhelm Müller, are among his most greatly admired works. Schumann's great cycles include Dichterliebe, Frauenliebe, Liederkreis and the Kerner Lieder. Brahms composed settings of verses from Ludwig Tieck's novel Magelone, and performances usually include connecting narration. He also wrote Vier ernste Gesänge. Mahler's Lieder eines fahrenden Gesellen, Kindertotenlieder, and Das Lied von der Erde expanded the accompaniment from piano to orchestra. Wolf made the composition of song collections by a single poet something of a speciality although only the shorter Italian Songbook and Spanish Songbook are performed at a single sitting. Das Buch der hängenden Gärten by Schoenberg and Krenek's Reisebuch are important 20th century examples, and the tradition is carried on by Wolfgang Rihm. Berlioz's Les nuits d'été (1841) pioneered the use of the orchestra, and the French cycle reached a pinnacle in Fauré's La bonne chanson, La chanson d'Ève and L'horizon chimérique and later in the works of Poulenc.  The first English song cycle was Sullivan's The Song of the Wrens (1871), to a text of eleven poems by Tennyson. Benjamin Britten also wrote cycles including The Holy Sonnets and Winter Words. Other examples include Vaughan Williams' Songs of Travel, Barber's Hermit Songs (1953) and Songfest and Hammarskjöld Portrait (1974) by Leonard Bernstein. Ariel (1971) by Ted Rorem is a modern 5 song cycle. Mussorgsky wrote Sunless (1874), The Nursery and Songs and Dances of Death, and Shostakovich wrote cycles on English and Yiddish poets.  Du Midi's A Song Cycle of Love and Death (2013), is a thematic work with lyrics from many beloved poets.
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Edgar Allan Poe
American author, poet, editor, and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre.
Eldorado Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old
This knight so bold
And o'er his heart a shadow 
Fell as he found 
No spot of ground 
That looked like Eldorado. And as his strength Failed him at length, 
He met a pilgrim shadow
"Shadow," said he, 
"Where can it be
This land of Eldorado?" "Over the Mountains
Of the Moon, 
Down the Valley of  Shadow, 
Ride, boldly ride," 
The shade replied
"If you seek for Eldorado!"
Theodore Roethke
A poet who published several volumes of critically acclaimed verse. He is widely regarded as among the most accomplished and influential poets of his generation.
The Waking I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Of those so close behind me, which are you? Bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go. Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air; And, lovely, learn by going where to go. This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
William Blake
English poet, painter and printmaker. Largely unrecognized during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the poetic and visual arts of the Romantic Age.
The Poison Tree I was angry with my friend:I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe:I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fearsNight and morning with my tears,And I sunned it with smilesAnd with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night,Till it bore an apple bright,And my foe beheld it shine,And he knew that it was mine -  And into my garden stoleWhen the night had veiled the pole;In the morning, glad, I seeMy foe outstretched beneath the tree.
A major English Romantic poet who helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with the 1798 joint publication Lyrical Ballads.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not be but gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed - and gazed - but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth
English poet who wrote a variety of romantic, devotional, and children's poems. She is best known for her children's poem Goblin Market.
Song When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows,
 I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale, Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight
 That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Robert Louis Stevenson
Romance I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me, Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.  I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room, Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom, And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.  And this shall be for music when no one else is near, The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear! That only I remember, that only you admire, Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.
Scottish novelist, poet, essayist, and travel writer. His most famous and beloved novels are Treasure Island, Kidnapped, and The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.
He is renown for his inspirational book The Prophet. His romantic style led a renaissance in Arabic literature, breaking away from the classical school.
Song of the Wave I and the shore are lovers :The wind unites us and separates us.I come from beyond the twilightto merge the silver of my foam with the gold of its sand;And I cool its burning heart with my moisture. At dawn's coming I read passion's law to my beloved,And he draws me to his breast.At even I chant the prayer of longing,And he embraces me. I am fretful and without rest,But my loved one is the friend of patience.Comes the ebb and I embrace my love;It flows, and I am fallen at his feet. How I danced around the daughters of the seaWhen they rose up from the depthsTo sit upon the rocks And behold the stars! How I hearkened to the loverProtesting his passion to a comely maid :I did help him with sighing and moaning. How I consorted with the rockswhen they were cold and still,And caressed them, laughing, when they smiled not! How I delivered bodies from the deep And brought them to the living!In what measure did I steal from the depthsPearls, and gave to the daughters of beauty! In the still night when all created things embracethe phantom of sleep, I alone am awake, nowsinging, now sighing.Alas, wakefulness has destroyed me, but I am alover and the truth of Love is awakening.Behold my life;As I have lived, so shall I die.
Kahlil Gibran
Lyric poet, praised for well-crafted poetry centered on a woman's changing perspectives on beauty, love, and death. 
Sara Teasdale
The Flight We are two eagles Flying together  Under the heavens, Over the mountains, Stretched on the wind. Sunlight heartens us, Blind snow baffles us Raveled and thinned. We are like eagles, When Death harries us, Human and humbled When one of us goes, Let the other follow, Let the flight be ended, Let the fire blacken, Let the book close.
The Dole of the King's Daughter Seven stars in the still water,
And seven in the sky;
Seven sins on the King's daughter,
Deep in her soul to lie. Red roses are at her feet,
(Roses are red in her red-gold hair)
And O where her bosom and girdle meet
Red roses are hidden there. Fair is the knight who lieth slain
Amid the rush and reed,
See the lean fishes that are fain
Upon dead men to feed. Sweet is the page that lieth there,
(Cloth of gold is goodly prey,)
See the black ravens in the air,
Black as the night are they. What do they there so stark and dead?
(There is blood upon her hand)
Why are the lilies flecked with red?
(There is blood on the river sand.) There are two that ride from the south and east,
And two from the north and west,
For the black raven a goodly feast,
For the King's daughter rest. There is one man who loves her true,
(Red, O red, is the stain of gore!)
He hath duggen a grave by the darksome yew,
(One grave will do for four.) No moon in the still heaven,
In the black water none,
The sins on her soul are seven,
The sin upon his is one.
Irish writer and poet. After writing in different forms throughout the 1880s, he became one of London's most popular playwrights in the early 1890s.
Oscar Wilde
Historical novelist, playwright, and poet, popular throughout much of the world in the 19th century, his novels and poetry remain classics of literature.
Hie Away, Hie Away Hie away, hie away! Over bank and over brae, Where the copsewood is the greenest, Where the fountains glisten sheenest, Where the lady fern grows strongest, Where the morning dew lies longest, Where the black-cock sweetest sips it,
 Where the fairy latest trips it: Hie to haunts right seldom seen, Lovely, lonesome, cool, and green; Over bank and over brae, Hie away, hie away!
Sir Walter Scott
Walter de la Mare
Dream-Song Sunlight, moonlight, Twilight, Starlight,Gloaming at the close of day, And an owl calling. Cool dews falling In a wood of oak and may. Lantern-light, taper-light, Torch-light, no-light,Darkness at the shut of day, And lions roaring, Their wrath pouring In wild waste places far away, Elf-light, bat-light, Touchwood-light, toad-light, The sea a shimmering gloom of gray, A small face smiling In a dream beguiling In a world of wonders far away.
English poet, short story writer and novelist. He is best remembered for his works for children and for his poem The Listeners.
William Ernest Henley 
Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. 
English poet, critic and editor, best remembered for his 1875 poem Invictus, written as a demonstration of his resilience following the amputation of his foot.