Vaughan Williams ~ The Lark Ascending
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An English classic, performed here by the London Philharmonic Orchestra with David Nolan on violin and Vernon Handley conducting.
(Picture: "The Cornfield", 1826, by John Constable)
The first time I heard this exquisite piece of music, I was driving a lorry through the Berkshire countryside and it came on Classic FM, and it was requested by a mother who had just buried her four year old son. They used to listen to it together through his illness and he loved it..she said it was now how she imagined him, a beautiful free spirit flying up to heaven. Despite being a big burly trucker, I had to pull over and I sobbed my heart out for ten minutes. I just couldn’t hold it together. Even recounting the story now, sets me off! How can a world that produces such beautiful music be so cruel to such an innocent! Needless to say I have had a soft spot for this piece of music ever since. I can’t listen to it without thinking of that poor bereaved mother and the poor poor child!
My dad died of cancer a little earlier today, whilst unconscious on the morphine as he slipped away I played this songs as it was his favourite RIP Dad xxx
This is one of the most rewarding CZcams comments section I've ever been on. Much love to everyone here sharing this beautiful piece of art
I looked after an elderly lady for 5 years, she introduced me to this music she died yesterday Rip lovely Elizabeth I will keep the larks ascending for you x
Our baby boy was stillborn 14 years ago from a true knot, this music brings peace to me as I imagine him running through the English countrywide playing and laughing. Warren Stephen you are missed every day precious boy ❤
This was played at my father's funeral today.
My Mother passed away tonight. This was one of her favorite songs. I played it for her and I know she heard it. She squeezed my hand each time.
I was on holiday in Cornwall last year (2019) and something happened. After two decades of abuse, depression, stuck in the mental health system, detached from most humans.....I saw in my mind’s eye the light within that connects us all. I saw our human bodies as boxes and inside the long lost forgotten the part that is who we truly are....pure love....and I saw it in everyone. I’m not sure whether it was the people, the sunshine, the change of location.....or all those combined.....but I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life.
I'm age 94, writing from Hilo, just before Thanksgiving 2019. I've known the Lark for many years but it moved me deeply last evening. Other's comments are indeed impressive. -- Gene Barber
“Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?”― Tennessee Williams
I'm a violin maker, and proud to think that one of my violins played this in its first concert. I have watched a skylark performing above Suffolk a long time ago, what a spectacle - nature seemed to pause for a while.
Used to hear this playing during my early childhood 80 years ago. Sadly, it represents to me a world that has long since gone and one to which I cannot be transported back to.
I first heard this at 20 , an art student , now I listen to it , 79 , an artist , it is still a mystical experience , always will be . Joy .
Hi ! I’m writing this from my little room, in a small countryside just a few km from Lille in France. I suffer from anxiety disorder and am extremely unsociable. I don’t really have any friends, I’m afraid to talk to strangers, to cross a simple road, to be a few minutes late, to have to speak out loud, to ask for sauce on my chicken at the canteen… I think you understood. I’m afraid of change, of the unknown, of being at the center of attention, of being abandoned.
I am playing this music every morning welcoming my kindergarten students to classroom. The music brings calmness as they enter and play quietly waiting for class to begin. Thank you.
I grew up on a farm in the UK and there is something quite magical about being stood in a field in the middle of the English countryside on a sunny day in spring and you can hear a male skylark ('lark'). Always appearing as a tiny dot high up in the sky delivering his long twittering mating song over the sound of the breeze which is still a little chill at that time of year. This the image that this music captures so beautifully.
I listened to this after my husband died in 2001, he was only 39 years old and so full of energy and passion... It gave me comfort as I imagined his soul was free to fly above us all...so sad and so beautiful.
I have no idea why, but this piece gives me the feeling that someday... my messed up life will eventually work out alright.
My grandma died 6th of august. This was the last piece she requested for the funeral. It was beautiful
Organising my Dad's funeral for next week. He'd been in the Army all his life and travelled the world but this is what he remembered as England's 'green and pleasant land'. Tears will be shed