These Hearts

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,

Washed with sorrow, swift to mirth.

The years had given them kindness.

 

Dawn was theirs

And the sunset

And the colours of the earth

They had seen movement, heard music

Till Honour lost its' worth

 

Known slumber and waking: loved;

Had gone proudly friended;

Touched flowers, touched furs, touched cheeks; sat alone;

All this is ended.

 

'I went to a preview of the Russian film in Aushwitz Concentration Camp. When one sees children of Mo's age and younger in this horrible place and the clothes of infants that were killed, it is worth a year of our lives to register for ever and with practical result the reasoned horror of humanity.'

 

David Maxwell Fyfe, letter to his wife Sylvia

From Sonnet IV The Dead

concentration camps Wishing Doll court room

Recorded by David Chilton at Essential Studios September 2014

 

Narration  Robert Blackmore

Voices       Lily Blackmore

                  Sue Casson

 

Piano        Sue Casson

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From Rupert Brooke's War Sonnets

Set to music by Sue Casson