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- LOVE LETTER: Franz Liszt to Countess D’Agoult
- My heart overflows with emotion and joy! I do not know what heavenly languor, what infinite pleasure permeates it and burns me up.
- It is as if I had never loved! Tell me whence these uncanny disturbances spring, these inexpressible foretastes of delight,
- these divine, tremors of love. Oh! all this can only spring from you angel, woman, Marie!
- All this can only be, is surely nothing less than a gentle ray streaming from your fiery soul,
- or else some secret poignant teardrop which you have long since left in my breast.
- What is certain is that my love, my veneration for you does nothing but increase
- and that your word ever and always will be the sole regulator of my actions.
- My God, my God, never force us apart, take pity on us! But what am I saying? Forgive my weakness,
- how couldst Thou divide us! Thou wouldst have nothing but pity for us. No! no!
- It is not in vain that our flesh and our souls quicken and become immortal which cries out deep within us.
- This is to be — to be! Marie! Marie!
- Oh let me repeat that name a hundred times, a thousand times over; for three days now it has lived within me,
- oppressed me, set me afire. I am not writing to you, no, I am close beside you. I see you, I hear you.
- Eternity in your arms; Heaven, Hell, everything, all is within you, redoubled. Oh! Leave me free to rave in my delirium.
- Drab, tame, constricting reality is no longer enough for me.
- Oh! you believe me capable of self-sacrifice, chastity, temperance and piety, do you not?
- But let no more be said of this. It is for you to question, to draw conclusions, to save me as you see fit.
- Let me be mad, senseless This is to be!
- We must live our lives to the full, loving and suffering to extremes!…
- Marie! Marie!
- Mean, cautious, narrow reality is no longer enough for me. We must live out lives to the full, our loves, our sorrow!
- When the ideal form of a woman floats before your dreaming soul,
- a woman whose heaven-born charms bear no allurement for the senses, but only wing the soul to devotion,
- and if you saw at her side sincere and faithful heart, weave these forms into a moving story of love
- I have tried to portray in music a few of my strongest sensations and most lively impression.
- Franz
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