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Cantata da Requiem - WW II Poems for Peace (originally titled Voices of Women in Wartime)
Song Cycle by Gloria Coates (b. 1938)
1. Aria: Junge Witwe  [sung text checked 1 time]
Authorship:
- by Charlotte Hagedorn , written 1941, copyright ©
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This text may be copyright, so we will not display it until we obtain permission to do so or discover it is public-domain.2. Recitative: BBC Weather Report  [sung text checked 1 time]
Temperatures have soared to Almost summer levels Making conditions ideal for Bombing offensives.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, a BBC weather report
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Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani3. Aria: The Flying Bombers; ideas and thoughts of Phyllis McGinley in 1942  [sung text checked 1 time]
Through the air, beyond the breeze [ ... ]
Authorship:
- by Gloria Coates (b. 1938), a paraphrase, copyright © [an adaptation]
Based on:
- a text in English by Phyllis McGinley (1905 - 1978) [text unavailable]
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This text may be copyright, so we will not display it until we obtain permission to do so or discover it is public-domain.4. Rezitativ: Brief der Lehrerin Elfriede Birndorfer  [sung text checked 1 time]
Ein paar Zeilen, die ich gelesen habe [ ... ]
Authorship:
- by Elfriede Birndorfer , copyright ©
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This text may be copyright, so we will not display it until we obtain permission to do so or discover it is public-domain.5. Aria: Rinne, Regen, Rinne; aus einer bayerischen Zeitung von 1943  [sung text checked 1 time]
Rinne, Regen, rinne Auf den Sand und Auf die Steine Rinne allerwegen Und weine.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, from a 1943 Bavarian newspaper
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Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani6. Aria: All These Dyings; thoughts of Marianne Moore from In Distrust of Merits, 1942  [sung text checked 1 time]
All the world is an orphans home Can there never be peace Without bitter sorrow? Without plaintive cries from the dying, The cries for help that never come? Oh still and quiet form upon the Ageless dust, I cannot look upon thy face and yet I must! If all these great dyings, The endless agonies and Bleeding wounds and Aching hearts can Teach us how to live in peace Then all these dyings, All these sorrows were Not in vain.
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Inspired by stanza 6 of Thomas Moore's In Distrust of Merits.
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani