"I have tried to show Jurgen facing the unanswerable riddle of why things are as they are; Jurgen, 'clad in the armor of his hurt,' spinning giddily through life, strutting, posturing, fighting, loving, pretending; Jurgen proclaiming himself count, duke, king, emperor, god; Jurgen, beaten at last by the pathos and mystery of life, bidding farewell to that dream of beauty which he had the vision to see but not the strength to follow."
Thus wrote Deems Taylor, critic-composer, of his symphonic poem, "Jurgen," which was given last week by the New York Symphony...
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