Symphony of Sorrowful Songs

Parallels between Euripides- Medea 1019-1080 (Ancient Text) and (Contemporary Song) by Henryk Górecki

ltc-admin, 2015-03-13 12:47
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This piece is an evocation of the bonds between mother and child. The three movements keep with this theme, the first and third details a mothers the loss of a child and the second the child’s separation from their mother. Henryk G__recki choose three different lyrical pieces to fit with the symphony the First movement is from a song of lamentation from the Polish Holy Cross Monastery, of Mary for her son Jesus, and the pain she suffered knowing his fate it dates from the second-half of the 15th century. The second movement comes from a message inscribed and signed on wall 3, cell 3, in the basement of Gestapo headquarters in Zadopane, by an 18 year-old Polish woman the imprisoned in 1944 during World War II. The third is a Silesian folk song and the voice is that of a mother searching in vain for the dead body of her child, killed in the Silesian uprising between Poland and Germany. Lines 1019-1080 is the moment when Medea speaks alone in one of her longest monologues in the drama and laments over her role as a mother and her relationship with her children, knowing that she is going to murder them and struggling with this as someone who have birth to them and tried to raise them well. I suggest reading the passage as you listen to the selection.

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First Movement: My son, my chosen and beloved Share your wounds with your mother And because, dear son, I have always carried you in my heart, And always served you faithfully Speak to your mother, to make her happy, Although you are already leaving me, my cherished hope. Second Movement: No, Mother, do not weep, Most chaste Queen of Heaven Support me always. “Zdrowas Mario.” Third Movement: Where has he gone My dearest son? Perhaps during the uprising The cruel enemy killed him Ah, you bad people In the name of God, the most Holy, Tell me, why did you kill My son? Never again Will I have his support Even if I cry My old eyes out Were my bitter tears to create another River Oder They would not restore to life My son He lies in his grave and I know not where Though I keep asking people Everywhere Perhaps the poor child Lies in a rough ditch and instead he could have been lying in his warm bed Oh, sing for him God’s little song-birds Since his mother Cannot find him And you, God’s little flowers May you blossom all around So that my son May sleep happily

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Symphony of Sorrowful Songs