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- LOVE LETTER: Alban Berg to Helene Nahowski
- When someone writes a letter to a very good friend, or even more, to his beloved,
- he puts on his best attire as well as he may. For in the quiet of his letter, on the tranquil blue paper,
- he can express his truest feelings. The tongue and the spoken word have become so soiled by their every-day use,
- they cannot speak out loud the beauty which the pen can quietly write.
- Only in my dreams can I gaze on the meadows with their mauve forget-me-nots and black bugles
- and the precipices with their scattered tree-stumps and branches, and flocks of grouse under stunted dwarf-pines.
- All that is your realm, in which you are Queen.
- And we who live in the plains can only look fondly up at those heights in envy or admiration.
- Yet I know the paths which lead up there, the less frequented paths too and somewhere far above, admist the cloud and winds,
- I shall be waiting for you-my hands outstretched in greeting-cold as ice yet warm with life in its love.
- And woe betide anyone else who crosses my path whistling Wagner! I'll soon strike his top note off his shoulders!
- But now out of my best attire (which looks a bit like a tourist dress) and into every day clothes, for the postman waits!
- It is no pose or deceit if lovers souls should show up better in their letters to each other than in real life.
- Nor is the love false in his love letters. He is not making himself out better than he is; he is becoming better.
- He is truly himself in such moments, the greatest moments life can bestow on us.
- All yours,
- Alban.
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