
Parallels between Euripides- Medea 1019-1080 (Ancient Text) and (Contemporary Song) by Henryk Górecki
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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
Listen to the song:
Symphony of Sorrowful Songs