{"id":12311,"date":"2014-05-23T01:50:33","date_gmt":"2014-05-23T01:50:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/?p=12311"},"modified":"2020-04-11T18:09:00","modified_gmt":"2020-04-11T18:09:00","slug":"the-tender-land-a-copland","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/?p=12311","title":{"rendered":"The Tender Land  [A Copland]"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-12313\" title=\"TenderL\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/TenderL.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"250\" height=\"217\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/TenderL.jpg 250w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/TenderL-150x130.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em><strong>The Tender Land<\/strong><\/em>\u00a0is an\u00a0opera\u00a0with music by\u00a0<strong><a title=\"Aaron Copland\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Aaron_Copland\">Aaron Copland<\/a><\/strong>\u00a0 (1900-1990) and libretto by Horace Everett, a pseudonym for\u00a0Erik Johns. The opera tells of a farm family in the\u00a0Midwest\u00a0of the\u00a0United States. Copland was inspired to write this opera after viewing the Depression-era photographs of\u00a0<a title=\"Walker Evans\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Walker_Evans\">Walker Evans<\/a>\u00a0and reading\u00a0<a title=\"James Agee\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/James_Agee\">James Agee<\/a>&#8216;s\u00a0<em><a title=\"Let Us Now Praise Famous Men\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Let_Us_Now_Praise_Famous_Men\">Let Us Now Praise Famous Men<\/a><\/em>.\u00a0He wrote the work between 1952 and 1954 for the NBC Television Opera Workshop, with the intention of its being presented on television. However, the television producers rejected the opera. Eventually, the work had its premiere on April 1, 1954 at the\u00a0New York City Opera, with\u00a0Thomas Schippers\u00a0as the conductor,\u00a0Jerome Robbins\u00a0as the director, and a cast including the young\u00a0Norman Treigle.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The opera was poorly received at its premiere. Contemporary criticism commented on the weaknesses of the opera&#8217;s characters and the storyline.\u00a0Later analysis by Christopher Patton stated that one underlying cause of the opera&#8217;s failure at the premiere was the contrast between writing for the intimate medium of television, the originally intended medium of the work, versus the more public and larger-scale setting of an opera house. An orchestral suite based on the opera was later compiled by Copland in 1958.\u00a0Copland and Johns later made revisions to the opera.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a4 \u00a0Synopsis<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">The setting is the 1930s in the midwestern United States, at the time of the spring harvest and also of high school graduation.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u2022\u2192\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=LgM9zoVMmHA\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Act I<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Laurie, the high-school senior daughter of the Moss family, is on the brink of graduating high school. At the start of the opera, Beth, Laurie&#8217;s sister, is dancing by herself, and Ma Moss, Laurie and Beth&#8217;s mother, is sewing. The postman, Mr. Splinters, delivers a package with Laurie&#8217;s graduation dress. He also brings gossip about a neighbour&#8217;s daughter being frightened by two strangers to the area. Ma Moss and Grandpa Moss are worried about this. Two itinerant workers, Top and Martin, arrive on the scene. After initial suspicion, Grandpa Moss agrees to hire Top and Martin to help out with the harvest. Laurie and Martin meet, and feel sympathy for each other. Top asks for Martin&#8217;s help later in getting Grandpa Moss drunk at the party that night.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u2022\u2192\u00a0 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=9UvMHaZGuok\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Act II<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-12312\" title=\"T_Land\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/T_Land.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"138\" height=\"110\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The party to celebrate Laurie&#8217;s graduation is going on. Everyone has eaten well, and Laurie acknowledges the guests&#8217; well wishes to her. The dance begins. Ma Moss thinks that Top and Martin are the two strangers reported to be causing trouble in the area, and tells Mr. Splinters, who goes to tell the local sheriff. As the dance proceeds, Grandpa Moss becomes more drunk. Laurie and Martin are now in love, and they kiss at one moment. Grandpa Moss sees this and becomes angry. Top tells Martin that they should leave, but the sheriff arrives with the news that the two strangers causing the local disturbances have been caught. Even though Top and Martin have been proven innocent, Grandpa Moss says that they have to leave in the morning.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Later that night, Laurie and Martin dream of eloping. However, Martin changes his mind, with the counsel of Top in the background advising that such a situation would cause great trouble for them all. During the night, while Laurie is packing, Top and Martin secretly leave. Laurie is left alone, but then suddenly resolves to leave home and make her own way in the world. Ma Moss and Beth try to change Laurie&#8217;s mind, but she is determined to move on. Ma Moss accepts this eventually. The opera ends as Laurie leaves, with Beth dancing by herself as she did at the beginning.<\/p>\n<p>====<br \/>\n\u2665 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=D3Yn5AZYypE\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Laurie&#8217;s aria<\/a> \u2193 \u00a0Love duet \u00a0[Scene 3]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/A-2jk56rJK0\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cOnce I thought I\u2019d never grow tall as this fence.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Time dragged heavy and slow.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>But April came and August went before I knew just what they meant,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And little by little I grew,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And as I grew, I came to know how fast the time could go.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Once I thought I\u2019d never go outside this fence.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>This space was plenty for me,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>But I walked down the road one day, and just what happened I can\u2019t say.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>But little by little it came to be:<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>That line between the earth and sky came beckoning to me.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Now the time has grown so short; the world has grown so wide.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">. . . end of Act 1 &#8211; Scene 5: Quintet \u2193\u00a0&#8216;<strong>The Promise Of Living&#8217;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/tDAbNaF6EYQ\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The Promise of Living \u00a0<\/strong>with hope and thanksgiving \u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Is born of our loving \u00a0our friends and our labor.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">The promise of growing \u00a0with faith and with knowing<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Is born of our sharing \u00a0our love with our neighbor.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">The promise of loving &#8211;\u00a0The promise of growing<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Is born of our singing \u00a0in joy and thanksgiving.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">For many a year I\u2019ve know these field<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">And know all the work that makes them yield.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Are you ready to lend a hand?<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">We\u2019re ready to work, we\u2019re ready to lend a hand.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">By working together we\u2019ll bring in the harvest,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">the blessings of harvest.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">We plow plant each row with seeds of grain,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">And\u00a0Providence\u00a0sends us the sun and the rain.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">By lending a arm<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Bring out the blessings of harvest.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Give thanks there was sunshine,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Give thanks there was rain,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Give thanks e have hands<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">To deliver the grain.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">O let us be joyful,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">O let us be grateful to the Lord<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">For his blessing.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">The promise of living \u00a0&#8211; \u00a0The promise of growing<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">The promise of ending \u00a0&#8211; \u00a0Is labor and sharing and loving.<\/address>\n<p align=\"center\">(Horace Everett)<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\">\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left;\"><b>\u25ca \u00a0ACT 2 \u00a0\u21d3 \u00a0<\/b><b>Scene 1<\/b><\/h5>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/-ucFEG7_f1Y\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>The family and guests are seated round a large rough table with a cloth and supper dishes on it. Ma tries to encourage another helping around.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>TOP<\/b> &#8211; Not for me Missus Moss. I&#8217;ve already had three helpings.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MRS. JENKS<\/b> &#8211; Did you see him put the food away?\u00a0He must have hid it somewhere.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>She looks under his chair.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>TOP<\/b> &#8211; Where I hid it you&#8217;ll never find it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>Everyone laughs<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MISS JENKS<\/b> &#8211; How many boardin&#8217; houses have gone bankrupt `cause of you two?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>TOP <\/b>&#8211; <i>counting on his fingers<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Let&#8217;s see: One, Two, Three, Four.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MARTIN<\/b> &#8211; Five boardin&#8217; houses and two jails.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>ALL<\/b> &#8211; Tall tales, tall tales,\u00a0five boardin&#8217; houses and two jails.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>Grandpa pours out a round of drinks.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>GRANDPA<\/b> &#8211; Try makin&#8217; peace with some of my wine.\u00a0Finest wine anywhere, berry wine.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MR. JENKS<\/b> &#8211; Let&#8217;s drink to a good spring harvest!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>GRANDPA <\/b>&#8211; Here now Mister Jenks,\u00a0harvests come and go. Some are good,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>others not so good, but they come and go\u00a0like spring and winter weather.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Girls come and go. Some are good,\u00a0others not so good. They come and go too.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>But there&#8217;s one that&#8217;s a good one,\u00a0and she is nice as spring and clean as winter<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>the first of our whole family that&#8217;s ever graduated\u00a0and that&#8217;s what I&#8217;m drinkin&#8217; to tonight, Mister Jenks.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MR. JENKS<\/b> &#8211; To Laurie then.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>All but Laurie stand for the toast.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>FAMILY, GUESTS<\/b> &#8211; Laurie, Laurie, Laurie to Laurie, Laurie Moss!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>Laurie steps forward revealing her new dress. The guests reseat themselves.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>LAURIE<\/b> &#8211; Thank you, thank you all.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>This whole year it seemed the\u00a0end-point of my life was graduation.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>That&#8217;s what my Ma and Grandpa had dreamed of,\u00a0what I had dreamed of.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>What came after? None could tell me,\u00a0no one knew for sure.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>But it&#8217;s queer, this moment of my life, the celebration,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>the moment each of us has watched for\u00a0and dreamed of,\u00a0it passes by so quickly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>The closer tomorrow comes,\u00a0the more we wonder what day after tomorrow may be.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>The closer I feel to our land,\u00a0the more I wonder what those other lands are like.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>The more I want to wear the dress, the more it doesn&#8217;t seem to be a part of me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>She hesitates.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Maybe I say it all wrong.\u00a0I&#8217;m not sure what I say, but anyway,\u00a0thank you, thank you all.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>She starts to sit down\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>GRANDPA<\/b> &#8211; Ah Laurie, you are a puzzle\u00a0but such a pretty puzzle to your old Grandpa.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>..instead she goes to him.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MA<\/b> &#8211; She&#8217;s just nervous Pa.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>GRANDPA<\/b> &#8211; Never disappoint me,\u00a0will you Laurie?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>LAURIE<\/b> &#8211; I&#8217;ll try not Grandpa.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>Grandpa gives her a kiss.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MA<\/b> &#8211; We&#8217;ve been at this table long enough.\u00a0I&#8217;ll wager not one of you has got the hustle left\u00a0to show us what dancin&#8217; is.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>Guests move tables and chairs back to the corner and begin to limber up.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>TOP <\/b>&#8211; Dancin&#8217;s not my line\u00a0but we&#8217;ll show you what drinkin&#8217; is,\u00a0won&#8217;t we Mister Moss?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>Everyone laughs except for Ma. \u00a0\u00a0<\/i><i>Top pulls Martin aside.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Remember what I told you.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>You have a dance while I start with the ole man,\u00a0then you take him over.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>He looks at Laurie.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Gee, she&#8217;s a pretty thing.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>Ma has moved closer to overhear.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MARTIN<\/b> &#8211; Take it easy Top.\u00a0Don&#8217;t lose us our jobs.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>to himself<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>She is a pretty thing.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>1<\/b><b>st<\/b><b> MAN<\/b> &#8211; Stomp your boot upon the floor.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>1<\/b><b>st<\/b><b> MAN, 2<\/b><b>nd<\/b><b> MAN<\/b> &#8211; Throw the windows open.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MARTIN, 1<\/b><b>st<\/b><b> MAN, 2<\/b><b>nd<\/b><b> MAN, MR. JENKS<\/b> &#8211; Take a breath of fresh June air,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>and dance around the room \u00a0. . . \u00a0and dance around the room.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>Everyone joins in the dance except Top and Grandpa.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>ALL<\/b> &#8211; Stomp your foot upon the floor.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Throw the windows open.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Take a breath a fresh June air,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>and dance around the room,\u00a0and dance around the room.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>The air is free, the night is warm,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>the music&#8217;s here and here&#8217;s my home.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>WOMEN<\/b> &#8211; Men must labor to be happy,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>ploughing fields and planting rows.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>But ladies love a life that&#8217;s easy,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>churning butter, milking cows.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Churning butter, milking cows.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Gathering eggs\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MEN<\/b> \u2014 \u2026feeding sows.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>WOMEN<\/b> &#8211; Mending, cooking, cleaning, ironing.\u00a0Raising families, families.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>ALL <\/b>&#8211; Raising families, families.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MEN<\/b> &#8211; Ladies love their fine amusement,\u00a0putting patches in a quilt,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>but men prefer to bend their shoulder\u00a0to something that will stand when built.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Dancing ladies, making matches,\u00a0playing games\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>WOMEN<\/b> \u2014 \u2026singing snatches.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MEN<\/b> &#8211; Romping, frisking, winking, whistling.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Raising families, families.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>ALL<\/b> &#8211; Raising families, families.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Stomp your foot upon the floor,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>throw the windows open,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>take a breath of fresh June air<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>and dance around the room,\u00a0dance around the room.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>The air is free, the night is warm,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>the music&#8217;s here, and here&#8217;s my home.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Stomp your foot upon the floor,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>throw the windows open<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>take a breath of fresh June air,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>and dance around the room,\u00a0and dance around the room.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Stomp your foot. Stomp your foot. Stomp your foot . . .<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\">\n<p><b>Scene 2<\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>The couples begin a different dance.\u00a0<\/i><i>Ma takes Mr. Splinters to one side.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MA<\/b> &#8211; Mister Splinters, you may think I&#8217;m crazy\u00a0but I have a funny feelin&#8217;.\u00a0Come with me a minute.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MR. SPLINTERS<\/b> &#8211; How&#8217;s that Missus Moss?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MA<\/b> &#8211; A funny feelin&#8217; somethin&#8217; strange is goin&#8217; on.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Them two men you talked about before,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>then these two men show up like this so soon\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Have you ever seen them `round here before?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MR. SPLINTERS<\/b> &#8211; Not me. Why Missus Moss,\u00a0you really think so?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MA<\/b> &#8211; I have a feelin&#8217;.\u00a0Things they said. Things I heard.\u00a0The sheriff could clear up my mind.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MR. SPLINTERS<\/b> &#8211; Won&#8217;t hurt for me to bring the Sheriff round for a few questions.\u00a0I&#8217;ll go right now.\u00a0You rest easy.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MA<\/b> &#8211; Drive fast Mister Splinters\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MR. SPLINTERS<\/b> &#8211; Might be, might be\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MA <\/b>\u2014 \u2026 so they won&#8217;t have time to miss you.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>Mr. Splinters leaves.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>So nice they seem, yet I fear it is them.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>The chances that we take,\u00a0have I the right to make an accusation just on feeling?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>I hope I&#8217;m wrong.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">\n<p><b>Scene 3<\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>Ma rejoins the party. Martin approaches her.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MARTIN<\/b> &#8211; O there you are, Missus Moss.\u00a0I wanted to have a dance with you.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>GRANDPA<\/b> &#8211; <i>beginning to show the effects of the wine<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Where&#8217;s Splinters, where is he?\u00a0I wanted him to tell one o&#8217; those tales he tells.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>TOP<\/b> &#8211; If it&#8217;s stories you want, I know a few myself.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>GRANDPA<\/b> &#8211; Well go ahead then\u2026 go ahead.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>TOP<\/b> &#8211; Oh, I was goin&#8217; a courtin&#8217;\u00a0and I knew just where to go,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>just down younder, just down below.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>The old folks gone and the children all at home,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>and the girls all mad with their hair not combed,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>and the girls all mad with their hair not combed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>When the supper comes on and they asked me to eat,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>they called on me to carve up the meat,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>one old knife and one old fork,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>I sawed about an hour and I couldn&#8217;t make a mark,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>yes I sawed about an hour and I couldn&#8217;t make a mark.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>One of the girls says `Wait, Mister, wait&#8217;,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>I just kept a-sawin&#8217; till I got it on the plate.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Just kept a-sawin&#8217; till I got it on the floor,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>then up with my foot and kick it out of door,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>yes up with my foot and kick it out of door.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>In comes the old man with a double barrelled gun.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>One of the girls says `Run, Mister, run&#8217;,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>but I stood my ground just as brave as any bear<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>and I tangled my fingers in the old man&#8217;s hair,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>yes I tangled my fingers in the old man&#8217;s hair.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>GRANDPA<\/b> &#8211; <i>now quite drunk<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>That story true?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>TOP<\/b> &#8211; If you want to go a courtin&#8217;,\u00a0I&#8217;ll tell you how to dress one old coat and that&#8217;ll be the best.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>GRANDPA<\/b> &#8211; That really happen?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MA<\/b> &#8211; Some truth in every story.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>TOP<\/b> &#8211; dum, dum, dum, dum, du, du, dum,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>and the girls all mad with their hair not combed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MRS. SPLINTERS<\/b> &#8211; C&#8217;mon Grandpa, let&#8217;s you and me show these young folk<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>what dancin&#8217;s made of.\u00a0C&#8217;mon Grandpa, let&#8217;s go.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>She manages with the help of others to\u00a0<\/i><i>get him onto the floor.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>TOP<\/b> \u2014 <i>aside to Martin<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Why&#8217;s Missus Moss actin&#8217; so odd like?\u00a0Why did she look that way?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MARTIN<\/b> &#8211; You notice it now?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>TOP<\/b> &#8211; Her eyes got a knowin&#8217; look in `em.\u00a0Like once that judge looked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>Mrs. Splinters and Grandpa are now dancing\u00a0awkwardly about the floor to the amusement of the rest of the party.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>LAURIE<\/b> &#8211; Lift your feet, Grandpa!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>TOP<\/b> &#8211; Maybe he needs another drink o&#8217; wine!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>GRANDPA<\/b> &#8211; We&#8217;ll take a cup of this sweet wine\u00a0and dance around the room.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MRS. SPLINTERS<\/b> &#8211; Whew! that&#8217;s enough for us.\u00a0Lor help us\u2026 I guess I ain&#8217;t so young.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>They are assisted to their chairs. The other couples begin another dance.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MARTIN<\/b> &#8211; <i>dancing with Laurie<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>You dance real well.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>LAURIE<\/b> &#8211; Mother taught me.\u00a0Once, all her steps were like dancing.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MARTIN<\/b> &#8211; Like yours are now?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>LAURIE<\/b> &#8211; Do they dance way off and end off dancing?\u00a0Isn&#8217;t there a place where dancing never stops?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MARTIN<\/b> &#8211; It always stops.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>The dancing stops.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>LAURIE<\/b> &#8211; If there is such a place, I want to find it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>The other dancers have stopped and have gathered around Top who seems to be telling another story.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MARTIN<\/b> &#8211; The world seems still tonight.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>Martin takes her hand and they go to the porch. At the bottom of the steps he kisses her tenderly.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>LAURIE<\/b> &#8211; O Martin, I should say something.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>She falls into his arms crying.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MARTIN<\/b> &#8211; Quiet\u2026 quiet\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Tomorrow you&#8217;ll be graduated,\u00a0and like your Ma says,\u00a0you won&#8217;t be nervous any more.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Laurie\u2026 you know, Laurie\u2026\u00a0I&#8217;m getting&#8217; tired of travellin&#8217; through,\u00a0my shoes are wearin&#8217; thin.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>I&#8217;m getting&#8217; tired of wand&#8217;rin&#8217;, wand&#8217;rin&#8217;,\u00a0not caring where I&#8217;ve been.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>I&#8217;d like a stay in a place of my own\u00a0and see a seedling grow.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>I want to come to know special skies,\u00a0special rain and snow.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>A man must take a handful of earth\u00a0and work it for his own.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>a handful of earth and a handful of seed,\u00a0but how can he do it alone?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>I&#8217;d like to have a wife in my arms,\u00a0I&#8217;d like to take her hand,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>and holding tight, know it was strong\u00a0to lift our heads and sing our song,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>and when the day&#8217;s end came along\u00a0to walk out on the land,\u00a0to walk out on the land.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>I want you, are you with me? Take my hand.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>O Laurie are you ready for settlin&#8217; in with me?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Do you feel in love the way I do?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>LAURIE<\/b> &#8211; In love? In love?\u00a0Yes, yes, I do love you.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>You came and made me feel in love.\u00a0I feel so many many things Martin.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>Tomorrow after graduation perhaps I&#8217;ll know&#8230;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p id=\"watch-headline-title\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2207 \u00a0\u00abStomp your foot\u00bb\u00a0\u2193<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">Berkeley Opera production. Conducted by Philip Kuttner, directed by Elkhanah Pulitzer, choreographed by Jacqueline Burgess.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/rzmCmYzxqBs\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Stomp your foot up on the floor.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Throw the windows open,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Take a breath of fresh June air, and dance around the room.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">The air is free, the night is warm,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">The music&#8217;s here, and here&#8217;s my home.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Men must labor to be happy,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Plowing fields and planting rows.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">But ladies love a life that&#8217;s easy:<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Churning butter, milking cows,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Gathering eggs, feeding sows.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Mending, cooking, cleaning, ironing, raising families.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Ladies love their fine amusement,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Putting patches on a quilt,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">But men prefer to bend their shoulder<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">To something that will stand when built.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Dancing ladies, making matches,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Playing games, singing snatches.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Romping, frisking, winking, whistling, raising families.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Stomp your foot up on the floor.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Throw the windows open,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Take a breath of fresh June air, and dance around the room.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">The air is free, the night is warm,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">The music&#8217;s here, and here&#8217;s my home.<\/div>\n<h6 class=\"yt watch-title-container\" style=\"text-align: left;\"><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title \" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"The Tender Land final aria\">\u03a6\u00a0 \u00a0Final aria\u00a0\u21d3<\/span><\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/KQQ3L4r5gRo\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><b>MA <\/b>&#8211; All thinking is done, and all plans laid;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>all dreams were made for graduation day.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>What love and care we put into each thought,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>each plan, each making,\u00a0all ended in a day.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>Beth, having watched Laurie go, comes over to her mother and takes her hand as if to console her. Ma looks down at Beth and seems to see her as if for the first time.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>But ends don&#8217;t end\u00a0when we have thought them ended.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>They seem to lend a brightness,\u00a0a strange brightness to days,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>to graduation days still out of sight.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>They seem to bless where we thought blessing ended,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>to pray, where we thought prayers could not reach.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>And in that time where we don&#8217;t know\u00a0the coming and the going,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>where even you and I are living\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p>This love and care we put into each thought, each plan,<\/p>\n<p>each making\u00a0is just beginning, beginning.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\n<p><i>She embraces Beth, brushes her head with her hand, ties on her apron and goes slowly into the house. 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