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Selected madrigals

  • Carlo GESUALDO

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Ardita zanzaretta

Moro, lasso, al mio duolo

Itene ò miei sospiri

Dolcissima mia vita

Don Carlo Gesualdo di Venosa was born to a wealthy landowning family in southern Italy, and though his music was revolutionary in many respects, he is today best remembered as the murderer of his adulterous first wife and her nobleman lover. Though Gesualdo married again and went on to compose a well-respected body of work, his reputation would always be linked to the murders, his fiery temperament, and his many eccentricities. Gesualdo's madrigals are the most evocative of his compositions, owing mostly to his striking use of dissonances or clashing harmonies. The texts support this musical style because of their often-tortured syntax, confusing imagery, and multiple meanings. Most of the poems Gesualdo set deal with juxtapositions of love and hate, life and death, or pleasure and pain, with these images interpreted both literally and with a sexual subtext.

- Frank Albinder


Ardita zanzaretta

 

Presumptuous gnat,

Morde colei che il mio cor

 

Bite her who breaks my heart

strugge e tiene

 

and keeps it

In così crude pene;

 

In such cruel torment;

 

Fugge poi e rivola

 

Then flee, but fly back again

In quel bel seno

 

In that fair bosom

che il mio cor invola,

 

that has stolen my heart.

 

Indi la prende e stringe

 

Then she catches it, squeezes it

e le dà morte.

 

and gives it

Per sua felice sorte.

 

Death as its happy fate

 

Ti moderò ancor io,

 

I shall bite you too,

Dolce amato ben mio,

 

My sweet beloved.

 

E semi prendi e stringi,

 

And if you catch me, and squeeze me,

ahi, verrò meno

 

ah, I shall expire

Provando in quel bel sen

 

At the taste of this fair bosom's

dolce veleno.

 

sweet poison.


Moro, lasso, al mio duolo

 

I die, alas, from my grief,

E chi mi può dar vita,

 

And the one who can give me life,

Ahi, che m'ancide e non vuol

 

Alas, kills me and will not come

darmi aita!

 

to my aid!

O dolorosa sorte,

 

O sorrowful fate,

Chi dar vita mi può, ahi,

 

The one who can bring me life, alas,

mi dà morte!

 

brings me death!


Itene ò miei sospiri

 

Go now, sighs of mine

Precipitate il volo

 

Rush, fly to her,

A lei che m'è cagion d'aspri martiri

 

the cause of my bitter suffering

Ditele, per pietà, del mio gran duolo;

 

Tell her, out of pity, of my great grief;

Ch'ormai ella mi sia

 

may she now be as compassionate to me

Come bella ancor pia

 

as she is beautiful

Che l'amaro mio pianto

 

and I shall joyfully turn

Cangerò, lieto, in amoroso canto.

 

My bitter weeping to loving song.


Dolcimissima mia vita

 

Sweetest life of mine,

a che tardate la bramata aita?

 

Why do you so delay the help I crave?

Credete forse que'l bel foco ond' ardo,

 

Can you believe the fire that now scorches me

sia per finir perchè torcete il guardo?

 

Will be quenched because you look away?

Ahi, non fia mai che brama

 

Alas, may my desire never aim for aught

il mio desire o d'amarti o morire.

 

Than to either love you or to die.

04/07

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