Pamela Dellal, mezzo soprano


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Motet Translations

Igor Stravinsky: The Dove Descending

T.S. Eliot (from The Four Quartets)

The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre
To be redeemed from fire by fire.

Who, then, devised the torment?
Love. Love is the unfamiliar name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire,
Consumed by either fire or fire.