"Fear no more the heat of the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages.
Thou on earth thy time hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages.
Golden lads and lasses must,
Like chimneysweepers, come to dust."

I've written that from memory, so there may be a mistake or two in there : it's the song from Cymbeline. I remember one of our supervisors on the Shakespeare paper at uni, who managed to scare the shit out of  Paul Weeks and myself with sheer colossal erudition, when we got to the last scene of the Winter's Tale, he just got us to read it aloud. Good man; there's poetry / poetic theatre whose magic runs so deep that you just have to let the words work their spell. And Delyth's playing captures this.

The rest of the CD is as good, particularly if you like Under Milk Wood.

"Llais" ( "Voice" in English ) is on Steam Pie Records.

Delyth Jenkins : Fear no more the heat of the sun

On a totally different note, I've been getting into harp music recently, Sofi bought me a nice Robin Huw Bowen CD for Christmas. To keep me calm in the run-up to the play, I've also been listening a lot to the wonderful harp playing of Delyth Jenkins, from Swansea, who often writes for the theatre : here's a link to a piece she wrote for Cymbeline, played in a tent : I don't see how it can have been posted on Youtube without her permission, so I guess it's o.k. to share.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xe2tBaRGq8g