Dulce Et Decorum Est. Choral Edition - Crawford, James

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"This choral arrangement is based upon the original solo song of the same name and uses the text of the poem by Wilfred Owen."

⌛ Epoche → Zeitgenössisch ◈ Genre → Art songs

♯ Tonart C# major

⁄ Taktart 4/4

♬ Besetzung → TBB

◆ Difficulty

Mittelstufe

↕ Tonumfang B,, – G-7

♩ Tempo larghetto (60)

◷ Dauer ~4 min 32 sec

¶ Sprache → Englisch

Takte 68

Textur Homophon

Stimmen 5

Instrumente Piano

Seiten 13

CPDL Nr. 62717

Bearbeiter James Crawford

Veröffentlicht 2021-02-07

Lizenz Personal

♫Tonumfänge

Tenor

c – c''

Baritone

G-2 – f'

Bass

D-2 – d'

Piano

B,, – e''

Schlagwörter

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¶Liedtext

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marche asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! - An ecstacy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime... Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I was him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, biter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, - My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.