When the World Is Laid Waste
Music: Mathis der Maler: 2nd
Movement (Grablegung) Hear me read the
poem:
Copyright by When the world is laid
waste, And its celebrants
are cinders, And its clothes
ashes; When it is once
again a dead
rock, Like the rock that
encircles it, Its dust open to the
poisonous wind; When we have
wrought what we’ve
wrought And done what we’ve
done, And there is no one left to
look back in sorrow or
anger: Ah, then, what a
song will never be
sung!
By Paul Hindemith. Sequenced by David Siu at Kunst der Fuge
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Nicholas Gordon
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