Exquisite!

Via dotcommonweal, noting the passing of composer Henryk Górecki (and also via the Digitalnun Daily which I urge you to subscribe to.

This is heart-stoppingly beautiful.

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  • Kirstin

    That is beautiful.

    May this great composer rest in peace.

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  • http://ghpoetryplace.blogspot.com/ maria horvath

    The lyrics are the words found scratched on the wall of a cell in the prison of Zakopane, by a Polish prisoner of the Gestapo:

    “Mama, please do not cry. Queen of Heaven, virgin most pure, protect me always. Hail Mary.” The words were signed by “Helena Wanda Blazusiak, aged 18, detained since 25.IX.44.”

    My favorite version of Symphony of Sorrowful Songs (Symphony No. 3, Op. 36), is by Stefania Woytowicz, soprano, with Wlodzimierz Kamirzki and the Berlin radio Symphony Orchestra (Koch Schwann cd). The Dawn Upshaw performance is fine, too.

  • Jennifer

    Mesmerizing… as you said, heart-stoppingly beautiful.

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  • FJ Harris

    What can I say. My soul is made stronger by having visited the Anchoress.
    Thank you.

  • Lucia

    For the first time since its liberation, permission was granted for music to be heard in Auschwitz for this performance. The perfect choice.

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  • jane

    RIP, Henrick Górecki.

    His Totus Tuus (All Yours, John Paul II’s motto) is wonderful, too.

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  • jane

    I’ve been listening to this profound symphony by Górecki for over 10 years. The movements are heart-rending: The words of a mother who doesn’t know where her beloved child is buried cuts to the quick of the heart, the fears, of every mother:

    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

    RIP, Henryk Górecki. Thank you for digging very deep, for turning your sorrow and dismay at what happened to your people into a work as heart breaking, yet life-giving, as this. May light perpetual shine upon you.

  • Bob

    All I could think of was the scene in Schindlers list when the Jews were being separated and the music was being played by the musicians.

    This is very stirring. Somehow my life has been made a little better. Thank you!

  • http://jscafenette.com/ Manny

    Wonderful! It was truly moving.