Your rendition of this piece is gorgeous... I LOVE hearing it in a darker, mezzo voice... I think it truly captures the essence of this piece... Brava! What a beautiful instrument you have!
A very beautiful delicate voice IMO. One of my favorite recital songs. VW was a genius. When, 4 decades ago, I sang song, my voice teacher sat me down and told me the real scenario of this song. Basically the afterglow after making love. I was so clueless then..lol
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,- The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms 'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge. 'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass. Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:- So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.
Before this, I had only heard it in a consistently faster tempo but I love the sense of freedom/rubato that you use. Really conveys the emotion and intimacy of this beautiful piece. Amazing job!!!
Whoooweeeeee! Wow! What an original, fantastic, interpretation. There is a place or two where I wish you had moved it more, but, your singing this is as good, or better as any 'professional" around. Thank you!
Extraordinary! By far, absolutely the best version I’ve heard, including all the very famous singers on RU-vid. Only Ian Bostridge comes close to this beautifully sensitive treatment of both music and lyrics. Thank you so much for sharing. Wishing much success in your career. Just amazing.
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, - The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms 'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn hedge. 'Tis visible silence, still as the hour glass. Deep in the sunsearched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: - So this winged hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.
thank you for sharing your beautiful voice!!! i’m working on this piece for a couple of vocal competitions in the spring and i will definitely take some notes from your performance!! you make a difficult piece sound effortless! well done!!
Absolutely stunning performance! This is one of my favorite songs, and when I imagine it in my head, this performance is how I want it to sound, ideally...with tenderness, emotion, and giving room with the rhythms and sections. Bravo!!!
My favorite recording of this song. I'm sure RVW is smiling down on you because of your fabulous performance! 😍 Working on this right now. It's my favorite... nice work, Anna!
It's almost two years since I made my first comment about your singing of this work, but it's STILL the most original interpretation of it on the internet. (:)
Thank you for this. As far as I am concerned, this is the best recording of Silent Noon I can find on RU-vid. Wonderful musicality through the entirety of the song.
This is beautiful!! You’re voice sounds so effortless. I just got this piece to start working on for a recital and I’ll definitely be taking some ideas from your version.
What a superb recital at Pollok House last night! It was a last minute decision to attend and I'm SO glad that I did :) Your interpretation of the poetry and how the music is woven is fresh, mature and very sensitive. Your performance has made me re-evaluate songs which (I thought!) I knew well...always a good thing! So, instead of all the chores and gardening I had intended to do today, I've been hooked on your website and RU-vid-another bonus!!! All good wishes to you in every way. I've been smiling all morning :)
Thank you so much for your lovely message Mhairi! (I'm so sorry I've only just seen this message now, so please forgive me for the late reply!) This means so much to me and I'm so pleased you did make the last-minute decision to come! I hope you might still be smiling and a wonderful day up in Scotland :-) Very best wishes to you and hope to see you at another concert soon!
I love this song, and you have an amazing voice. I’m planning on singing it for my senior recital in May, and this is by far the best performance of it I’ve heard so far 💜
This is really good. If you don't mind me asking, are you a big deal over the pond? I know in NY there's a bunch of people that could just make it as a superstar tomorrow if they happened to be in the right place at the right time, and if it was a meritocracy, they'd have a career already, so what I'm asking is, are you one of those people who deserves to be a superstar or are you just one cocktail party away from the head of BMI classical giving you a monetary advance to make an album that rivals T Swift? Meaning you clearly ARE that good, but have external circumstances rewarded the fact that you are?
Incidentally, I host a podcast with the express purpose of giving more exposure to people who clearly are amazing but aren't their respective Joshua Bell in their profession, called, as a bit of a tongue-in-cheek thing, 'Famous Musicians you haven't heard of yet', and I'd love to interview you whenever you have a spare moment.
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, - The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms 'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn hedge. 'Tis visible silence, still as the hour glass. Deep in the sunsearched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: - So this winged hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.
