by
Arthur Symons (1865 - 1945)
Because it is the day of Palms
Language: English
Because it is the day of Palms
Carry a palm for me,
Carry a palm in Santa Chiara
And I will watch the sea.
[ There are no palms in Santa Chiara
To-day or any day for me.]1
I sit and watch the little sail
Lean side-ways on the sea,
The sea is blue from here to Sorrento
And the sea-wind comes to me
[And]1 I see the white clouds lift from Sorrento
And the dark sail lean upon the sea.
I have grown tired of all these things,
And what is left for me?
I have no place in Santa Chiara
There is no peace upon the sea.
But carry a palm in Santa Chiara,
Carry a palm for me.
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Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by John (Nicholson) Ireland (1879 - 1962), "Santa Chiara", 1925, published 1925 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Ernest John Moeran (1894 - 1950), "The Day of Palms", R. 18 (1922), published 1932 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
- by John Musto (b. 1954), "Palm Sunday: Naples", from Quiet songs, no. 5 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Harold Noble (1903 - 1998), "Naples Bay", published 1956 [ medium voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Mary Sheldon , "Palm Sunday", published <<1940 [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Neapel", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 123
Neapel
Language: German (Deutsch) after the English
Weil heut der Tag des Palmzweigs ist,
tragt einen Zweig für mich,
tragt einen Zweig in Santa Chiara,
aufs Meer indes blick ich;
Es gibt keinen Zweig in Santa Chiara
nicht heute noch jemals für mich.
Seh, wie das kleine Segelboot
lehnt fast aufs Wasser sich,
das Meer ist blau bis nach Sorrent,
und Wind vom Meer umweht mich,
und ich seh weiße Wolken heraufziehn von Sorrent
und das dunkle Segel lehnt tief aufs Wasser sich.
Ich bin all diesem worden müd’ -
was bleibt da noch für mich?
Hab keinen Platz in Santa Chiara,
kein Friede legt aufs Wasser sich;
doch tragt einen Zweig in Santa Chiara,
tragt einen Zweig für mich.
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This text was added to the website: 2016-03-16
Line count: 18
Word count: 112
