Frederick DELIUS
	  (1862-1934)
	  Danish Masterworks: 
	  An Arabesque for Baritone, chorus and orchestra;
	  Five Danish Songs; Seven Danish Songs; Two Danish Songs;
	  Intermezzo from Fennimore and Gerda;
	  Life's Dance
	  
 Henriette Bonde-Hansen (soprano);
	  Johan Reuter (baritone)
	  The Danish National Opera Chorus and Aarhus Chamber Choir
	  Aarhus Symphony Orchestra conducted by Bo
	  Holten.
	  
 DANACORD DACOCD 536
	  [70:27]
	  Danacord
	  
	  
	  
	  Here is an enterprising programme, beautifully and lovingly performed, that
	  will be treasured by all Delius lovers.
	  
	  An Arabesque has oaken-toned Johan Reuter melancholy and anguished.
	  The work opens darkly "Hast thou in gloomy forests wondered?" But the gloom
	  soon lifts and light penetrates the trees. Twitterings, flutterings and dartings
	  of the forest's denizens are apparent although the singer still rues that
	  "Only the Pan of Love have I endured." Yet "Under the beams of the burning
	  sun" the chorus enthuses about the beauty of nature and Delius's orchestration
	  glitters but it is only "For a fleeting moment". For the singer is inconsolable
	  as he recalls "
Sighing was in her laughter, gladness was in her pain."
	  Then, as the music slows and darkens, and the chorus emulates a chill breeze;
	  there is a foreboding of death, "From the poisonous lilies' dazzling chalice,
	  Drank she to me." Winter and chill grip, "
winds
scatter leaves,
	  One after another, One after another
 blood-reddened berries In the
	  white, cold snow..." And the chorus seals the tragedy with their final frosty,
	  deadening "Knowest thou Pan?". Here is Delius grasping every opportunity
	  to delicately tone paint -- and those aching, arching melodies! Here, too,
	  he pursues the theme that informs so much of his work - the transience of
	  life and love.
	  
	  This feeling of lost love or love's passion recalled in regret or remorse,
	  or simply in rueful nostalgia, is the basis of many of the Danish songs on
	  this disc.
	  
	  Taking the Five Danish Songs first sung by Henriette Bonde-Hansen.
	  The Page Sat in the Lofty Tower (words by Jens Peter Jacobsen)
	  beguilingly delivered, begins gently as the lovelorn Page tries in vain to
	  articulate his feelings then releases his pent up emotions with a loud blast
	  on his horn that echoes "Away across the mountains." In In Bliss we
	  walked with laughter (original words by Holger Drachmann) , the
	  joys and rigours of romance are remembered in peaceful old age. Two Brown
	  Eyes (Hans Christian Andersen) wraps beauty in innocence, and I hear
	  in the Night (Drachmann) gives Delius the opportunity to evoke nocturnal
	  shadows and ghostly movements that frighten and disorientate the singer who
	  we guess, is already emotionally perturbed. Autumn (Ludvig Holstein's
	  words) is another glorious evocation of the flight of the swan and a deeper
	  psychological questioning, "Father, whither fly the swans?
Away! Away!
	  No-one knows whereto!"
	  
	  Silken Shoes (words by Jacobsen) in happier, more optimistic
	  mood open's the Seven Danish Songs again sung most
	  expressively by Bonde-Hanson. Irmelin Rose (Jacobsen), with one of
	  Delius's haunting bitter-sweet melodies, is about Princess Irmelin, the king's
	  daughter "
 loveliest of all
" But there is a sting in the tail
	  for "Cold her heart was, cold as steel" and Delius seems to seal her doom
	  (of loneliness?) in his final dour drum stroke. Summer Nights
	  (Drachmann) is a ravishingly beautiful nocturne in its indigo stillness,
	  with gently droning horns adding wide perspectives. In the Seraglio
	  Gardens (Jacobsen) allows Delius to paint more exotically for this Arabian
	  picture - "
roses droop their heads, The pine trees are swaying so
	  silently
" Wine Roses (Jacobsen) begins and ends brusquely the
	  singer seeking oblivion in "wine roses, wine roses" yet memories
	  intrude
 Through Long, Long Years (Jacobsen) finds the singer
	  in rueful mood again -- "Through long, long years we must atone
For
	  sorrows grow and hot tears flow." Finally we leave the singer longing for
	  lightness of heart in Let Springtime Come (Jacobsen).
	  
	  The Intermezzo from Fennimore and Gerda is a gentle pastoral
	  interlude between the tragedy of the Fennimore story and the happier sequel
	  that is Gerda in the last of Delius's operas. Delius's 'Florida compositions'
	  are subtly recollected prompting this reviewer to wonder how much that rumour
	  of a possible romance and a possible love child in Florida, might have influenced
	  this and so many other of Delius's works?
	  
	  Back to the songs, with the Two Danish Songs sung by Reuter.
	  The Violet (Holstein) is a tender serenade to a violet (or a sweetheart),
	  "Sweet flower mine! My little bird!
I would never trouble you
"
	  Sakuntala (Drachmann) is a considerable work and a gem. Set beneath
	  the Himalayas there is more passion and more of the exotic here than elsewhere
	  
	  The concert is concluded as the orchestra plays Life's Dance.
	  This is a more dramatic Delius, the Delius of Paris. There is that
	  same hedonistic atmosphere we encountered in Paris with its wildness
	  and its abandoned waltzing. Again a large orchestra is employed, and once
	  more the work is strongly influenced by Richard Strauss. Delius prefaced
	  the manuscript of the work thus: "The dance of life! There will be two
	  people dancing in flowing clothes on a clear night through an avenue of black
	  cypresses and red rose bushes. The earth's glorious blood will gleam and
	  blaze in the roses, Clare. He holds her tightly against himself. He is deeply
	  serious and happy. There will be something festal about it. He will hold
	  her to himself so firmly that she is half sunk into him. She will be frightened
	  - frightened - and yet something will awaken inside her. Strength is streaming
	  into her from him. And before them is the abyss." Yes, indeed and Holten
	  delivers a bliastering performance that expresses life's turmoils, cruelties
	  and suffering as well as its joys and ecstasies. And the orchestra closes
	  with a sigh as though weeping for our pleasures and follies.
	  
	  A feast for Delius lovers 
	  
	  Ian Lace
	  
	  
	  
	  See also review by Peter Woolf