Superbe. On ne comprend rien mais qu'importe tant tout est parfait. Le poème devient plus que lui-même. Il est impressionnant de constater l'impact spécifique de Mallarmé sur les compositeurs de génie. Rencontres magiques ici : poète, compositeur, interprètes sublimes. Délicatesse absolue. Incomparable Anne Sofie von Otter !
One of my most favorite pieces of all Time, and she sings it BEAUTIFULLY. She is dwelling in this text and bringing out the emotion in it. I have heard other recordings of this that have all lacked the sensitivity of this recording.
..Je le chante la semaine prochaine et je dois dire qu'en tant que chanteuse, Soupir est très difficile techniquement...donc encore bravo pour cette version exceptionnelle! Isabel Soccoja
I'm an American. I live in Philadelphia. I have these Ravel songs as recorded by Dawn Upshaw - from her recital record: "The Girl with the Orange Lips". I was quite cluelessly content with those recordings, until I heard this! I am Completely Destroyed! ...and Re-born Again! What Sublime Artistry!
@@markdarnell614 Thank-you so much to your wonderful comment ! Marvellous autumn arrives in Japan. In the autumn , the plaintive chirp of the ephemeral life's autumn insects permeates our Japanese hearts from 1000 years ago . We feel sad and get wistful in autumn . Be on the alert for Coronavirus infection Good luck ！
@Robert Lee, Countertenor Thank-you so much to your wonderful comment . How is your great country ？ In Japan , people are hustle and bustle with the increasing infected people of Covid - 19 I'm managing to survive the third wave of attacks hitting Tokyo while listening to Bruckner , Debussy and etc. Be on the alert for Coronavirus infection ！ We must never endanger our life with Covid - 19 We must never lose our sense of crisis . Good luck ！
Soupir Mon âme vers ton front où rêve, ô calme sœur, Un automne jonché de taches de rousseur, Et vers le ciel errant de ton œil angélique Monte, comme dans un jardin mélancolique, Fidèle, un blanc jet d'eau soupire vers l'Azur ! -- Vers l'azur attendri d'octobre pâle et pur Qui mire aux grands bassins sa langueur infinie Et laisse, sur l'eau morte où la fauve agonie Des feuilles erre au vent et creuse un froid sillon, Se trainer le soleil jaune d'un long rayon. My soul rises towards your brow o calm sister, where there lies dreaming An autumn strewn with russet freckles, And towards the restless sky of your angelic eye, As in a melancholy garden, A white fountain faithfully sighs towards the Azure! Towards the compassionate azure of pale and pure October, Which mirrors its infinite languor in the great pools And, on the stagnant water where the tawny agony Of the leaves stirs in the wind and digs a cold furrow, Lets the yellow sun drag itself out in a long ray
Superbe. On ne comprend rien mais qu'importe tant tout est parfait. Le poème devient plus que lui-même. Il est impressionnant de constater l'impact spécifique de Mallarmé sur les compositeurs de génie. Rencontres magiques ici : poète, compositeur, interprètes sublimes. Délicatesse absolue. Incomparable Anne Sofie von Otter !
One of my most favorite pieces of all
Time, and she sings it BEAUTIFULLY. She is dwelling in this text and bringing out the emotion in it. I have heard other recordings of this that have all lacked the sensitivity of this recording.
i can't stop listening to this. the composition yes, the orchestration yes, but the SINGING! virtuosic beyond belief
Yes. von Otter is the greatest singer alive today.
Me too. Constantly listening..
full of athmosphere and magic..almost drug induced..gorgeous!!
So beautifull...and so hard to describe...
Beautifull.
..Je le chante la semaine prochaine et je dois dire qu'en tant que chanteuse, Soupir est très difficile techniquement...donc encore bravo pour cette version exceptionnelle! Isabel Soccoja
jolie délicatesse Dame Von Otter et Divins accompagnateurs
un vrai frissssson de Bonheur
she is the only singer who undestood this piece
Simplemente ¡MARAVILLOSO, MÁGICO!
Well sung! Much better than many of the operatic super tankers...
When I listen to her trills , a stir soak into my heart :Her voice is clear and excellent.Are you who listen to this music a person of what country ？
I'm an American. I live in Philadelphia. I have these Ravel songs as recorded by Dawn Upshaw - from her recital record: "The Girl with the Orange Lips". I was quite cluelessly content with those recordings, until I heard this! I am Completely Destroyed! ...and Re-born Again! What Sublime Artistry!
@@markdarnell614
Thank-you so much to your wonderful comment !
Marvellous autumn arrives in Japan.
In the autumn , the plaintive chirp of the ephemeral life's autumn insects permeates our Japanese hearts from 1000 years ago .
We feel sad and get wistful in autumn .
Be on the alert for Coronavirus infection
Good luck ！
@Robert Lee, Countertenor
Thank-you so much to your wonderful comment .
How is your great country ？
In Japan ,
people are hustle and bustle with the increasing infected people of Covid - 19
I'm managing to survive the third wave of attacks hitting Tokyo while listening to Bruckner , Debussy and etc.
Be on the alert for Coronavirus infection ！
We must never endanger our life with Covid - 19
We must never lose our sense of crisis .
Good luck ！
Superbe indeed!
Soupir
Mon âme vers ton front où rêve, ô calme sœur,
Un automne jonché de taches de rousseur,
Et vers le ciel errant de ton œil angélique
Monte, comme dans un jardin mélancolique,
Fidèle, un blanc jet d'eau soupire vers l'Azur !
-- Vers l'azur attendri d'octobre pâle et pur
Qui mire aux grands bassins sa langueur infinie
Et laisse, sur l'eau morte où la fauve agonie
Des feuilles erre au vent et creuse un froid sillon,
Se trainer le soleil jaune d'un long rayon.
My soul rises towards your brow o calm sister, where there lies dreaming
An autumn strewn with russet freckles,
And towards the restless sky of your angelic eye,
As in a melancholy garden,
A white fountain faithfully sighs towards the Azure!
Towards the compassionate azure of pale and pure October,
Which mirrors its infinite languor in the great pools
And, on the stagnant water where the tawny agony
Of the leaves stirs in the wind and digs a cold furrow,
Lets the yellow sun drag itself out in a long ray
Can't you crank it up? Inaudible.
From the outer reach of tonality.