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Lotte Lehmann - Korngold: Ich ging zu ihm

This selection is from the opera called Das Wunder der Heliane, by Erich Wolfgang Korngold. Korngold's operas were very popular in Vienna in the early part of the twentieth century. The Stranger, a messianic figure, is thrown into prison by the Ruler, whose marriage with Queen Heliane has never been consummated. Out of pity she visits the young Stranger and symbolically gives herself to him. At this point in the drama she is brought to judgment for this action and tells her judges what happened between herself and the Stranger. Lehmann's singing/acting identifies with every nuance of the story she recounts. Ich ging zu ihm, der morgen sterben sollt. Der Abend neigte sich--da ging ich hin. Er bat mich um mein Haar, ich gab es ihm. Er bat um meine Füsse. Aus den Schuh'n Trat ich und gab ihm die entblössten Füsse. Er warf sich hin, erflehend meinen Leib, Der löst ich das Gewand von mir und stand, Wie mich mein Gott erschaffen, vor ihm: nackt. Ich war sein in gedanken...ja, ich war's! Auf meine Knien bat ich zu Gott, das er Die Kraft mir schenke, bis zu vollenden. Nicht hab ich ihn geliebt. Nicht ist mein Leib in Lust entbrannt. Doch schön war der Knabe Schön wie ein Stern ihm vergehen. Und neigt ich mich, So tat ich's, damit sein armes Aug Noch Liebe könne sehen, ehe dass es bräche. Und also schwör ich, Gott nehme mich hinauf In den Himmel, So war ich nun schwöre: Nich hat mich Lust meines Blutes zu jenem Knaben getrieben, Doch sein Leid Mit ihm getragen, und bin in Schmerzen Sein geworden. Und nun tötet mich. I went to him, who was supposed to die the next day. Evening was falling as I went to him. He asked for my hair, I gave it to him. He asked for my feet. Out of my shoes I stepped and gave him my bare feet. He threw himself down, begging my body, I loosened my garment and stood, before him as God made me: naked. I was his in thought...yes, I was! On my knees I begged God to Give me strength to accomplish this. I did not love him. My body did not burn with pleasure. But handsome was the boy, Fair as a star. And if I humbled myself, I did it so that his poor eyes Might yet see love, before they closed. And this I swear---may God take me up to heaven, I now truly swear: Pleasure of my blood did not drive me to that boy, But his grief I bore With him, and in pain I became his. And now kill me.