György Kurtág - Scenes from a Novel (1982)

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  • Departure Duo
    Nina Guo, soprano
    Edward Kass, bass
    and
    Lamnth
    Lilit Hartunian, violin
    Nicholas Tolle, cimbalom
    Performed at Goethe Institut Boston, October 19th 2024
    Recorded by Jeffrey Means
    www.departured...
    www.lamnth.com
    I. Come
    Come,
    here’s my hand:
    with my warmth
    I melt your frost.
    Too long I’ve kept
    in my soul’s depths-
    these useless cents.
    II. From Meeting to Parting 1:51
    From meeting
    to parting,
    from leave-taking
    to awaiting
    -that was my woman’s lot.
    III. Supplication 2:41
    Merciful ones, forgive me
    this woman’s weakness,
    that I so loved
    this holy fool.
    IV. Allow Me 4:09
    Allow me
    to touch you;
    to melt, to dissolve in you.
    V. Counting-Out Rhyme 5:10
    Here and there I picked and chose
    till all my chances slipped away
    and I was left here with this love so
    ragged and tattered, torn
    and frayed.
    VI. Dream 6:20
    Every night, the same dream:
    I beg you to come near,
    You approach-
    I push you away.
    VII. Rondo 8:05
    I said: it cannot be,
    I said: it will pass,
    I said, I said...
    Beyond the mist of days,
    the purple dawn cannot be seen,
    nor can the pain of parting
    beyond the moment’s bliss.
    Bliss we had,
    a parting too.
    I said: it cannot be,
    I said: it will pass,
    I said, I said...
    VIII. Nakedness 11:30
    I cover my soul
    with a fig-leaf
    and flee paradise.
    IX. Hurdy-Gurdy Waltz 11:55
    Even in the rush-hour
    the tramcar of my soul
    cheerfully rolls along.
    X. Tale 12:53
    I wanted you to see me
    like some goddess in the glory
    of the starry sky:
    but then I opened the door
    XI. Again 14:18
    I’m waiting for you again,
    How slowly comes
    tomorrow.
    XII. Sundays 15:30
    That’s another
    Sunday over.
    That means
    The next will come.
    XIII. Visit 16:51
    In a cold blanket of snow
    a visitor called: sorrow.
    XIV. True Story 18:27
    The love
    conceived
    amid
    the haste
    of Spring
    is dying.
    But in your garden
    grows
    the grass
    of oblivion.
    XV. Epilogue 20:10
    From meeting
    to parting,
    from leave-taking
    to awaiting
    -that was my woman’s lot.

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