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January 20, 2019 With the dreary winter weather in Columbus, gray skies and snow on the ground, I was particularly nostalgic today, missing South Africa. I added some graphics to a recording of "Heimwee" that was made at a program I gave a few years ago of all Afrikaans and South African music. I am particularly partial to "Heimwee" (Hunkering, Yearning) and listen to this when I get really homesick for South Africa. I have been in America for more than 40 years, and the love for South Africa and the wide-open spaces, the mountains, and the people of South Africa have never left me. “Heimwee” especially plucks at my own heartstrings. The van Bruggen poem is deceptively simple, but it has nuances of feeling which S. le Roux Marais’ beautiful minor-key setting brings out with a sensitivity that demands equal insight and emotional control of the singer. Whenever I sang this, I was almost always overcome by emotion, clear to the last few notes when I was always inspired to end with a high Bb instead of the G prescribed by the score. I apologise to the composer for that, but that was how the spirit moved me – every time! South African poet, Jan Reinder Leonard van Bruggen was born in Johannesburg on September 15, 1895 after his family emigrated to South Africa from Holland shortly before. In his 20s he returned to study in Europe, but could not wait to get back to South Africa. Longing for his birth land, he wrote, "I was not happy [in Amsterdam]. It is always a mystery to me that I, who is a descendant of Dutch parents, could never live in Holland. The dripping winter air, descending low over houses, streets and canals, the caged feeling that rows and rows of similar four-five-story houses make on one, and beyond the city the perpetual barrier of water locks and canals, its lack of vistas and sun. It was during this period that I wrote my poem ‘Heimwee’" Stephanus Le Roux Marais (1896 – 25 May 1979) was a South African composer, and is widely considered the pioneer of the Afrikaans art song genre. He was born in Bloemfontein district, Orange Free State, South Africa. He studied at the South African College of Music in Cape Town and at the Royal College of Music in London. In the subsequent 32 years he held various positions as church organist and teacher, and composed many Afrikaans folk and art songs, including creating a beautiful lied from this beautiful poem. HEIMWEE - Text: J.R.L. van Bruggen, Music: S. le Roux Marais My hart verlang na die stilte van die wye wuiwende veld; ver van die stadsgeluide, en die klinkende klank van geld. Ek is moeg vir die rustelose lewe van mense wat kom en gaan. ‘k Wil terug na die vrye ruimte waar ‘n siel in woon, wat verstaan. O, ek sien weer die son op die velde en die ewige blou daarbo. En my hart skiet vol van heimwee, en my drome swem in my oë. Ek sien weer die ylbloue berge daar ver oor die westerkim, en wonder nie meer waarom weemoed so sag uit my liedere klim. Klim na die grys lug bowe waar die son in die miste kwyn, want o, ek verlang na die velde, Na die ewige sonneskyn. LONGING My heart longs for the silence of the wide-flung, waving veldt; far from the sounds of the city and the clinking sounds money. I‘m tired of this restless life, of people who come and go; I want to return to the free expanse where a soul lives that understands. Oh, I see the sun on the veldt again and the infinite blue above; and my heart fills with yearning, and my dreams swim in my eyes. I see the pale blue mountains again There, far off on the western rim, and wonder no more why longing climbs from my songs, so softly. Climb to the grey skies above me where the sun wanes in the mist; for oh, how I long for the veldt, and the ever-shining sun!