Udgivelser

 

Sehnsucht - af Bent Sørensen
Klaudia Kidon, sopran
Idinna Lützhøft, violin
Kristoffer Hyldig, klaver
Jesper Lützhøft, guitar

 

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BREAK OF DAY - John Donne
'TIS true, 'tis day ; what though it be?
O, wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise because 'tis light?
Did we lie down because 'twas night?
Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither,
Should in despite of light keep us together.

Light hath no tongue, but is all eye ;
If it could speak as well as spy,
This were the worst that it could say,
That being well I fain would stay,
And that I loved my heart and honour so
That I would not from him, that had them, go.

Must business thee from hence remove?
O ! that's the worst disease of love,
The poor, the foul, the false, love can
Admit, but not the busied man.
He which hath business, and makes love, doth do
Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.

SONG - John Donne
GO and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear,
No where
Lives a woman true and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet,
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.

THE TOKEN - John Donne
SEND me some tokens, that my hope may live
Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest ;
Send me some honey, to make sweet my hive,
That in my passions I may hope the best.
I beg nor ribbon wrought with thine own hands,
To knit our loves in the fantastic strain
Of new-touch'd youth ; nor ring to show the stands
Of our affection, that, as that's round and plain,
So should our loves meet in simplicity ;
No, nor the corals, which thy wrist enfold,
Laced up together in congruity,
To show our thoughts should rest in the same hold ;
No, nor thy picture, though most gracious,
And most desired, 'cause 'tis like the best
Nor witty lines, which are most copious,
Within the writings which thou hast address'd.
Send me nor this nor that, to increase my score,
But swear thou think'st I love thee, and no more.

 

 




"Mundsand"
af Jesper Lützhøft
"At flytte vand med en fugleklo"
af Jesper Lützhøft
"Parlør"
af Jesper Lützhøft
"Halvvejen"
en digtsamling af Jesper Lützhøft
"Om Lidt ..."
en bog af Jesper Lützhøft
SEHNSUCHT
værker af Bent Sørensen
SOMMERMUSIK
udført af flere kunstnere.

Værker af Ole Buck.
JESPER LÜTZHØFT
spiller dansk guitar

Værker af danske komponister
JESPER LÜTZHØFT
spiller guitar

Udvalgte suiter af Johann Sebastian Bach

 

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