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Pierrot Lunaire Arnold Schoenberg
I. Moonstruck The wine that one drinks with the eyes The moon spills nights into the waves.
And a spring flood overflows The still horizon.
Desires, visible and sweet Countless swim across the flood.
The wine that one drinks with the eyes The moon spills nights into the waves.
The poet, who practices devotion Enrapts himself on the holy drink,
He turns against the sky ecstatic Headlong reeling sucks and slurps
The wine, that one drinks with the eyes.
II. Colombine Moonlight’s pale blossoms, The white wonder-roses
Bloom in July evenings-- O I’d pluck just one.
To ease anxious suffering I search on dark streams
Moonlight’s pale blossoms, The white wonder-roses.
All my longing would be stilled If I might, fabled, stalk
Slightly tipsy--strew petals In your brown hair (of)
Moonlight’s pale blossoms.
III. The Dandy With one phantastical light beam The moon lights the crystal flaconsl
On the black, high holy washstand Of the silent dandy from Bergamo.
In a resonant bronze basin The fountain laughs light, metal clangs
With one phantastical light beam The moon lights the crystal flaconsl
Pierrot of the waxen countenance Stands musing and thinks: how shall he make-up today
Shoves aside the rouge and the Orient green And paints his face--sublime style
With one phantastical moonbeam.
IV. A Faded Laundress A faded laundress Washes nighttime’s pale clothes
Naked, silver white arms She stretches down into the flood.
Through the clearing creeping winds Slightly agitate the stream.
A faded laundress Washes nighttime’s pale clothes.
And the calm maid of the sky By twigs tenderly flattered
Spreads across the dark meadows Her light-woven linen--
A faded laundress.
V. Valse de Chopin Like a pallid drop of blood Colors a sick man’s lips,
So reposes in these tones A charm seeking annihilation.
Wild air’s accords disorder Despair’s glacial dream--
Like a pallid drop of blood Colors a sick man’s lips.
Hot and and jocund, sweet and tasty Melancholic dusty waltzes,
Never come into my senses! Hasten me on my conception
Like a pallid drop of blood.
VI. Madonna Rise, o mother of all sorrows On the altar of my verses!
Blood from your meager breasts The sword’s anger has spilled.
Your eternally fresh wounds Resemble eyes, red and open.
Rise, o mother of all sorrows On the altar of my verses!
In emaciated hands You hold your son’s corpse
To show to all mankind-- But the gaze of men shuns
You, o mother of all sorrows.
VII. The Sick Moon You nocturnal deathsick moon there on the sky’s black pillow,
Your gaze, gross with fever Enchants me like alien melody.
On insatiable love’s body You die, of longing, buried deep.
You nocturnal deathsick moon There on the sky’s black pillow.
The beloved, who in senses’ riot Thoughtless creeps to the beloved,
Is amused by your beams’ play-- Your pale, pain-borne blood,
You nocturnal deathsick moon.
VIII. Night Obscure, black giant moths Killed the sun’s splendour.
A closed book of spells, The horizon settles--hushed.
From the mists of lost depths Wafts a scent--remembrance murdered!
Obscure, black giant moths Killed the sun’s splendour.
And from the sky earthwards Sinking on heavy wings
Unseeable the monsters (glide) Down into the human...
Obscure, black giant moths.
IX. Prayer to Pierrot Pierrot! My laughter I’ve unlearned!
Splendour’s image Dispersed--dispersed!
Black the flag flaps At me now from the mast.
Pierrot! My laughter I’ve unlearned!
Give me again, Vet of the soul,
Snowman of lyric, Highness of the moon,
X. Theft Red, princely rubies, Bloody drops of old fame,
Sleep in the deads’ caskets Below in the grave vaults.
Nights, with his cronies Pierrot descends--to rob
Red, princely rubies Bloody drops of old fame.
But there--their hair on end Pale fear charms them to the spot:
Through the gloom--like eyes-- Stare from the deads’ caskets
Red, princely rubies.
XI. Red Mass For a terrible Last Supper, By the murk gleam of gold,
By flickering candlelight, Near the altar--Pierrot!
His hand, the annointed, Rips up the priest’s vestments
For a terrible Last Supper By the murk gleam of gold.
With consecrated bearing He shows the anxious souls
The dripping red Host: His heart--in bloodied fingers--
For a terrible Last Supper.
XII. Gallows Song The withered whore With stringy neck
Will be his last Beloved.
In his brains Stuck like a nail
The withered whore With stringy neck.
Slim, like the stonepine, On her neck a small tuft--
Lustfully will she circle the rogue’s neck,
The withered whole!
XIII. Beheading The moon, a shining scimitar On a black silk cushion,
Ghastly huge--it slices down Through the pained dark night.
Pierrot stumbles about with rest And stares up in fear of death
At the moon, a shining scimitar On a black silk cushion.
His knees chatter under him, Swooning he headlong collapses.
He fancies: he hears whizzing punitive down On his sinner’s neck slicing.
The moon, a shining scimitar.
XIV. The Crosses Holy crosses are the verses That the poet mutely bleeds for,
Stricken blind by the vulture Flapping swarm of ghosts!
Swords gorged upon corpses On parade in blood scarlet!
Holy crosses are the verses That the poet mutely bleeds for.
Dead the head--stiff the ringlets-- Far the scattered noise of rabble.
Slowly the sun sinks below, A red king’s crown.--
Holy crosses are the verses!
XV. Homesick Sweetly plaintive--a crystal sighing From an old Italian pantomime,
Tinkles over: how Pierrot’s become so Wooden, so modern sentimental.
And it chimes through his heart’s desert, Chimes subdued through his senses again,
Sweetly plaintive--a crystal sighing From an old Italian pantomime,
So Pierrot forgets the dream faces! By the moon’s faint firelight,
By the light sea’s flood--longing strays Brave upwards, up to the home sky
Sweetly plaintive--a crystal sighing.
XVI. Mean Trick! In Cassander’s polished skull While his cries shriek through the air!
Pierrot, the hypocrite, bores Tenderly,--with a trepan!
Then he tamps down with his thumbs His genuine Turkish tobacco
In Cassander’s polish skull While his cries shriek through the air!
Then he twists a perfumed cherry pipestem Into the glossy baldspot
And comfortably smokes and puffs on His genuine Turkish tobacco
In Cassander’s polished skull.
XVII. Parody Knitting needles, bright and gleaming, In her gray hair,
The duenna sits muttering, There in a small red dress.
She waits in the arbor, She loves Pierrot painfully,
Knitting needles, bright and gleaming In her gray hair.
Then suddenly--hark!--a whisper! A wind breath giggles softly:
The moon, that nasty mocker Apes her with his rays--
Knitting needles, bright and gleaming.
XVIII. The Moonspot One white spot from the bright moon On the back of his black coat,
So Pierrot walks in mild evening Searching for luck and adventure.
Instantly he’s troubled by something on his suit, He looks himself over and finds sure enough--
One white spot from the bright moon On the back of his black coat.
Wait! He thinks: that’s a spot of plaster! Wipes and wipes, but--can’t get it out!
And so he goes, swollen with fury, farther, Rubs and rubs until early morning--
One white spot from the bright moon.
XIX. Serenade With a grotesque giant bow Pierrot scrapes on his viola,
Like the stork on one leg, He dully plucks a pizzicato.
Suddenly Cassander comes--frenzied By the nocturne virtuoso--
With a grotesque giant bow Pierrot saws on his viola.
Fast he throws down the viola: With his delicate left hand
He grasps the bald head by the collar-- Dreaming he plays on the baldspot
With a grotesque giant bow.
XX. Journey Home The moonbeam is the rudder, A water lily serves as boat:
So Pierrot sails toward the south With a fair wind for his passage.
The stream hums deep scales And rocks the light dory.
The moonbeam is the rudder, A water lily serves as boat.
To Bergamo, his homeland, Pierrot now returns;
Weak gleams in the east The green horizon.
--The moonbeam is the rudder.
XXI. O Old Perfume Old perfume from fabled times, Ravish again my senses!
A crazy swarm of vagaries Buzzes through the easy air.
A happy impulse brings me to Those joys I’ve long looked down on:
Old perfume from fabled times Ravish me again:
All my ill humor I let slide, Out my sun-framed window
I see the clear and lovely world And dream beyond for blissful stretches...
O Old perfume--from fabled times!
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