“To achieve great things, two things are needed:

a plan and not quite enough time.”

- Leonard Bernstein

Thank you all for joining me today another recital. Performing for
Love
you makes me so incredibly happy and I would be remiss if I did not
acknowledge those who were instrumental in today’s recital.
Thank you Mark Moliterno for being so real with me. Thank you for and its necessary wildness
reminding me to breath when I need it.
Thank you JJ Penna. The past two years have changed me as a
musician and a person forever. Your wisdom, savvy, and incredible The Junior Recital of Betsy Podsiadlo
insight into all things music, poetry, and life continually inspire me.
Thank you Professor Susan Ashbaker for teaching me so much
about authenticity and integrity both musically and personally.
Also, thank you for reminding me to not always take myself so
seriously.
Thank you Rachelle Jonck for so many things. Most namely, a
devout pursuit of legato.
Thank you Dr. Joe Miller and the Westminster Choir.
This chosen family is so precious to me and I love each of you dearly.
Thank you performance management for making this happen.
Thank you to my family. Your unfailing support of my artistry is
astounding and I am truly blessed to have each of you in my life.
Thank you to my roommates and dear friends, Darla and Jules for
dealing with my stress and being my cheerleaders Betsy Podsiadlo, Soprano
Thank you Jillian, Kelsey, and Sophia for being inspiring artists and Dr. JJ Penna, Piano
incredible friends. I’ve learned so much from each of you.
Thank you George for your love, kindness, and support at all times. Sunday, May 5th 2019
6:30pm
Gil Chapel
Westminster Choir College, Lawrenceville Campus Frank Loesser (1910-1969)
Betsy Podsiadlo is a student of Mark Moliterno The Most Happy Fella
Somebody Somewhere,

Program:
Charles Gounod (1818-1893)
Romeo et Juliette XXX

Ah! Je veux Vivre

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Olivier Messiaen (1908-1992) Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Trois Melodies Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
Pourquoi? And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Le Sourire Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath,
The other one Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Gioachino Rossini (1792-1868) Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
Soirees di Musicales: It well may be that in a difficult hour,
La Partenza Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Pastorella Delle Alpi Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
La Gita in Gondola I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
Richard Strauss (1864-1949) It well may be. I do not think I would
Standchen op 17
Ich Schwebe op 48 Edna St Vincent Millay
Cacilie op 27 from Fatal Interview (1931)
The title of this recital has been stolen from the title of an article that Trois Melodies Three Melodies
explores the profound influence Edna St Vincent Millay had on
Mary Oliver when it comes to her opinions on love. The article was Pourquoi Why
Pourquoi les oiseaux de l'air, Why do the birds of the air,
written by Maria Popova from www.brainpickings.org
Pourquoi les reflets de l'eau, Why do the reflections on the
Pourquoi les nuages du ciel, water,
Pourquoi? Why do the clouds in the air,
Pourquoi les feuilles de l'Automne, Why... --
Pourquoi les roses de l'Été, Why do the leaves of autumn,
Pourquoi les chansons du Why do the roses of summer,
Printemps, Why do the songs of spring,
Pourquoi? Why... --
Pourquoi n'ont-ils pour moi de Why do they have no charm for
charmes, me?
Pourquoi? Why?
Texts, Translations, & Fun Facts Pourquoi, Ah! Pourquoi? Why, ah, why?

Je Veux Vivre Le Sourire The Smile

Ah! Je veux vivre I want to live in the dream Certain mot murmuré [A] certain word whispered
dans le rêve Qui m’enivre ce jour That exhilarates me, Par vous est un baiser By you is a kiss
encor! this day again! Intime et prolongé Intimate and prolonged
Douce flamme, Sweet flame Comme un baiser sur l'âme. Like a kiss on the soul.
Je te garde dans mon ame I guard you in my soul Ma bouche veut sourire My mouth wants to smile
comme un tresor! like a treasure! Et mon sourire tremble. And my smile trembles.

Cette ivresse de jeunesse
Ne dure hélas qu’un jour
Puis vient l’heure
Ou l’on pleure,
La coeur cède à l’amour
Et le bonheur fuit sans retour!
Loin de l’hiver morose,
Laisse mois sommeiller
Et respirer la rose,
avant de l’effeuiller
This rapture of youthfulness
doesn’t last, alas but a day
Then comes the hour
when one cries,
The heart surrenders to love
And the happiness without
returning!
Far from the morose winter
Let me slumber
And breath in the rose,
Before it dies
La Fiancee Perdue
C’est la douce fiance
C’est l’ange de la bonte
C’est un apres midi ensoleille
C’est le vent sur les fleurs.
C’est un sourire pur comme un
coeur d’enfant
C’est un grand lys
Blanc comme une aile
Tres haut dans une coupe d’or
O jesus, benissez la elle!
Donnezlui votre grace puis sante!
The Lost Bride
It is the sweet betrothed
It is the angel of goodness
It is the sunny afternoon
It is the wind on the flowers
It is a smile as pure as a child’s
heart
It is a big lilly,
white as a wing
Very high in a gold cup
Oh Jesus, bless her
Give him your grace the health
Qu’elle ignore la souffrance
Les larmes!
Donnezlui le repos
Jesus!
La Partenza
Ecco quel fiero istante:
Nice, mia Nice, addio.
Come vivrò ben mio,
Così lontan da te?
Io vivrò sempre in pene,
Io non avrò più bene:
E tu, chi sa se mai
Ti sovverrai di me!
La Pastorella dell’alpi
Son bella pastorella,
che scende ogni mattino
ed offre un cestellino
di fresche frutta e fior.
Chi viene al primo albore
avrà vezzose rose
E poma rugiadose,
venite al moi gairdin,
ahu, ahu...
Chi del notturno orrore
Smari la buona via,
alla capanna mia
ritrovera il cammin.
Venite o passagiero,
La pastorella è qua,
She does not know the suffering
The tears!
Give him the rest
Jesus!
The Departure
Now comes the painful instant
Nice, my Nice, goodbye,
How can I live, my love
So far away from you!
My live will be a burden
Without any happiness
And you, who knows if ever
You will remember me.
The alpine shepherdess
I'm the pretty shepherdess
Coming down every morning
I offer a little basket
With fresh fruit and flowers.
Whoever comes at dawn
Will have some pretty roses
And dew sprinkled apples
Come all to my garden
Ahu, ahu ...
Whoever in night's frightness
Loses his way
At my little hut
Will find his path again.
Come, o traveller
The shepherdess is here
But her tenderest thoughts
Address to one alone!
Ahu, ahu…
Ma il fior del suo pensiero
Ad uno solo darà!
Ahu, ahu..
La Gita in Gondola
Voli l'agile barchetta
voga, voga marinar
or ch'Elvira mia diletta
a me in braccio sfida il mar.
Brilla in calma la laguna
una vela non appar
palli detta e in ciel la luna
tutto in vita a sospirar.
Voga, voga marinar...
Se ad un bacio amor t'invita
non temer mio bel tesor
tu saprai che sia la vita
sol nel bacio del amor.
Ma già un zeffiro sereno
dolce ondeggia il mar...
vieni Elvira a questo sen'
vieni e apprendi a palpitar!
Voga, voga marinar…
Ich schwebe wie auf
Engelsschwingen,
Die Erde kaum berührt mein Fuß,
In meinen Ohren hör' ich's klingen
Wie der Geliebten Scheidegruß.
Das tönt so lieblich, mild und leise,
Das spricht so zage, zart und rein,
The gondola ride
Fly, quick little boat
row, row, o boatman
now that my sweet Elvira
is in my arms, defy the sea!
The lagoon shimmers in calm
Not a sail is in view
The pale moon crosses the sky
Everything invites our sighs.
row, row, o boatman ...
If love invites you to a kiss
Don't be afraid my precious one,
You will realize that life exists
Only in the kiss of love.
But already a soft breeze
Sweetly ripples the sea
Come, Elvira, to my heart
Come and discover how it beats!
Row, row o boatman …
I float as if on an angel's wings,
my foot hardly touching the
ground,
I hear a lament resounding
As if it were my love's farewell.
It resounds, so lovely, gentle and
soft,
It speaks to me, so shy, so frail and
pure,
The echo of the melody softly
Leicht lullt die nachgeklung'ne
Weise
In wonneschweren Traum mich
ein.
Mein schimmernd Aug' -- indeß
mich füllen
Die süßesten der Melodien,
Sieht ohne Falten, ohne Hüllen
Mein lächelnd Lieb' vorüberziehn.
Standchen
Mach auf, mach auf, doch leise
mein Kind,
Um keinen vom Schlummer zu
wecken.
Kaum murmelt der Bach, kaum
zittert im Wind
Ein Blatt an den Büschen und
Hecken.
Drum leise, mein Mädchen, daß
nichts sich regt,
Nur leise die Hand auf die Klinke
gelegt.
Mit Tritten, wie Tritte der Elfen so
sacht,
Die über die Blumen hüpfen,
Flieg leicht hinaus in die
Mondscheinnacht,
Zu mir in den Garten zu
schlüpfen.
Rings schlummern die Blüten am
rieselnden Bach
Und duften im Schlaf, nur die
Liebe ist wach.
Sitz nieder, hier dämmert's
lulling
Me into a blissful dream.
My gleaming eye, while basking
In the sweetest of melodies
Watches my smiling love go by
Without any fabric's fold, any
wraps.
Open up, open, but softly my dear,
So as to wake no one from sleep.
The brook hardly murmurs, the
wind hardly shakes
A leaf on bush or hedge.
So, softly, my maiden, so that
nothing stirs,
Just lay your hand softly on the
doorlatch.
With steps as soft as the footsteps
of elves,
Soft enough to hop over the
flowers,
Fly lightly out into the moonlit
night,
To steal to me in the garden.
The flowers are sleeping along the
rippling brook,
Fragrant in sleep, only love is
awake.
Sit, here it darkens mysteriously
Beneath the lindens,
The nightingale over our heads
geheimnisvoll
Unter den Lindenbäumen,
Die Nachtigall uns zu Häupten soll
Von unseren Küssen träumen,
Und die Rose, wenn sie am
Morgen erwacht,
Hoch glühn von den
Wonnenschauern der Nacht.
Cäcilie
Wenn du es wüßtest,
Was träumen heißt von
brennenden Küssen,
Von Wandern und Ruhen mit der
Geliebten,
Aug in Auge,
Und kosend und plaudernd,
Wenn du es wüßtest,
Du neigtest dein Herz!
Wenn du es wüßtest,
Was bangen heißt in einsamen
Nächten,
Umschauert vom Sturm, da
niemand tröstet
Milden Mundes die kampfmüde
Seele,
Wenn du es wüßtest,
Du [kämst]1 zu mir.
Wenn du es wüßtest,
Was leben heißt, umhaucht von
der Gottheit
Weltschaffendem Atem,
Zu schweben empor,
lichtgetragen,
Zu seligen Höhen,
Shall dream of our kisses,
And the rose, when it wakes in the
morning,
Shall glow from the wondrous
passions of the night.
Cäcilie
If you only knew
what it's like to dream of burning
kisses,
of wandering and resting with
one's beloved,
eye turned to eye,
and cuddling and chatting -
if you only knew,
you would incline your heart to
me!
If you only knew
what it's like to feel dread on
lonely nights,
surrounded by a raging storm,
while no one comforts
with a mild voice your struggle-
weary soul -
if you only knew,
you would come to me.
If you only knew
what it's like to live, surrounded
by God's
world-creating breath,
to float up, carried by the light,
to blessed heights -
if you only knew,
then you would live with me!
Wenn du es wüßtest,
Du lebtest mit mir!