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Goethe's "It Springs Eternal" Set by Johannes Brahms

August 30, 2019

 

Alto Rhapsody, Op. 53
 

"Marie and I were sitting in the dining-room when the bell rang, and we heard Brahms go to our mother's room. Soon afterwards, deeply stirring and solemn music reached our ears. We listened. Brahms went away, and our mother came to us in a state of great emotion. Brahms had played her his Rhapsody for an alto voice (op. 53) for the first time." -- Eugenie Schumann, daughter of Clara Schumann (from her memoirs)

 

The words to this composition are taken from Goethe's Harzreise im Winter. Goethe was an immensely talented poet, who suffered from a species of moral indifferentism, as Heinrich Heine observed. However, this excerpt is a remarkable exception. It should be viewed, not as the romantic musings of a spurned lover, but as an insight into the state of mind of an artist or a political organizer, who is suffering creative blockage, and has descended from the creative, agapic state of mind, into the relative Hell of personal preoccupation, egotism. What follows is our translation of the text:

 

 

Aber abseits wer ist's?                     But who is that apart?

Im Gebüsch verliert sich der Pfad.     In the underbrush his path loses itself.

Hinter ihm schlagen                         Behind him

Die Sträuche zusammen,                 The shrubs clap together,

Das Gras steht wieder auf,               The grass stands up again,

Die Öde verschlingt ihn.                   The wasteland engulfs him.

Ach, wer heilet die Schmerzen         Ah, who heals the pains

Des, dem Balsam zu Gift ward?       Of him, for whom balsam became poison?

Der sich Menschenhaß                   Who drank hatred of Man

Aus der Fülle der Liebe trank?         Out of the fullness of love?

Erst verachtet, nun ein Verächter,    First despised, now a despiser,

Zehrt er heimlich auf                       He furtively consumes

Seinen eigenen Wert                      His own merit

In ungenugender Selbstsucht.         In unsatisfying egotism.

 

(Male chorus enters)

 

Ist auf deinem Psalter,                      If there is in Thy Psalter,

Vater der Liebe, ein Ton                    Father of love, one note

Seinem Ohre vernehmlich,                To his ear audible,

So erquicke sein Herz!                     Then refresh his heart!

Öffne den umwölkten Blick               Open his clouded gaze

Über die tausend Quellen                 To the thousand springs

Neben dem Durstenden                    Next to the thirsting one

In der Wüste!                                   In the desert!

 

Published with gracious permission from the Davidsbuenlder website

 

 

 

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