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1 An jenem Tag im blauen Mond September Still unter einem jungen Pflaumenbaum Da hielt ich sie, die stille bleiche Liebe In meinem Arm wie einen holden Traum. Und über uns im schönen Sommerhimmel War eine Wolke, die ich lange sah Sie war sehr weiß und ungeheuer oben Und als ich aufsah, war sie nimmer da. 2 Seit jenem Tag sind viele, viele Monde Geschwommen still hinunter und vorbei. Die Pflaumenbäume sind wohl abgehauen Und fragst du mich, was mit der Liebe sei? So sag ich dir: ich kann mich nicht erinnern Und doch, gewiß, ich weiß schon, was du meinst Doch ihr Gesicht, das weiß ich wirklich nimmer Ich weiß nur mehr: ich küßte es dereinst. 3 Und auch den Kuß, ich hätt ihn längst vergessen Wenn nicht die Wolke dagewesen wär, Die weiß ich noch und werd ich immer wissen Sie war sehr weiß und kam von oben her. Die Pflaumenbäume blühn vielleicht noch immer Und jene Frau hat jetzt vielleicht das siebte Kind Doch jene Wolke blühte nur Minuten Und als ich auf sah, schwand sie schon im Wind.
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Text Authorship:
- by Bertolt Brecht (1898 - 1956), "Erinnerung an die Marie A." [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Gottfried von Einem (1918 - 1996), "Erinnerung an die Marie A.", op. 30 no. 6, published 1961 [ high voice and orchestra ], from Von der Liebe, no. 6 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Knut W. Barde) , "Memory of Marie", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Remembering Marie A.", copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Ricordo di Marie A.", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 182
1 Upon that day in the blue month September Quietly under a young plum tree There I held her, the silent pale love In my arms like a lovely dream. And above us in the beautiful summer sky There was a cloud that I saw for a long time It was very white and tremendously high aloft And as I looked up, it was no longer there. 2 Since that day many, many moons Have swum quietly down and past, The plum trees have likely been felled And if you ask me what happened to [my] love? Then I say to you: I cannot remember. And yet, certainly, I quite know what you mean But her face, that I truly no longer know, I only know: I once kissed it. 3 And even the kiss, I would have long forgotten it If there had not been that cloud, It I still remember and shall always remember, It was very white and came from on high. The plum trees perhaps still blossom And that woman might now have had her seventh child But that cloud blossomed only for minutes And as I looked up, it was already vanishing in the wind.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Bertolt Brecht (1898 - 1956), "Erinnerung an die Marie A."
This text was added to the website: 2024-10-15
Line count: 27
Word count: 200