Ah! Fors’e Lui and Sempre Libera: Renée Fleming (La Traviata)

Ah, fors’è lui (“Ah, perhaps he is the one”) then Sempre libera (“Always free”) from Act 1 of La Traviata. Recorded live at Covent Garden in 2011. Renee Fleming, Joseph Calleja, Thomas Hampson, Monika-Evelin Liiv, Eddie Wade. Music Director Antonio Pappano.

Recitativo:
E’ strano! e’ strano! in core
Scolpiti ho quegli accenti!
Sari’a per me sventura un serio amore?
Che risolvi, o turbata anima mia?
Null’uomo ancora t’accendeva O gioia
Ch’io non conobbi, essere amata amando!
E sdegnarla poss’io
Per l’aride follie del viver mio?

Aria:
Ah, fors’e’ lui che l’anima
Solinga ne’ tumulti
Godea sovente pingere
De’ suoi colori occulti!
Lui che modesto e vigile
All’egre soglie ascese,
E nuova febbre accese,
Destandomi all’amor.
A quell’amor ch’e’ palpito
Dell’universo intero,
Misterioso, altero,
Croce e delizia al cor.

Ripresa (usually cut):
A me fanciulla, un candido
E trepido desire
Questi effigio’ dolcissimo
Signor dell’avvenire,
Quando ne’ cieli il raggio
Di sua belta’ vedea,
E tutta me pascea
Di quel divino error.
Senti’a che amore e’ palpito
Dell’universo intero,
Misterioso, altero,
Croce e delizia al cor!

(Resta concentrata un istante, poi dice):

Recitativo II:
Follie! follie delirio vano e’ questo!
Povera donna, sola
Abbandonata in questo
Popoloso deserto
Che appellano Parigi,
Che spero or piu’?
Che far degg’io!
Gioire,
Di volutta’ nei vortici perire.

Finale:
Sempre libera degg’io
Folleggiar di gioia in gioia,
Vo’ che scorra il viver mio
Pei sentieri del piacer,
Nasca il giorno, o il giorno muoia,
Sempre lieta ne’ ritrovi
A diletti sempre nuovi
Dee volare il mio pensier.

340px-Traviata

How strange it is … how strange!
Those words are carved upon my heart!
Would a true love bring me misfortune?
What do you think, o my troubled spirit?
No man before kindled a flame like this.
Oh, joy …
I never knew …
To love and to be loved!
Can I disdain this
For a life of sterile pleasure?

Was this the man my heart,
Alone in the crowd,
Delighted many times to paint
In vague, mysterious colours?
This man, so watchful yet retiring,
Who haunted my sickbed
And turned my fever
Into the burning flame of love!
That love,
The pulse of the whole world,
Mysterious, unattainable,
The torment and delight of my heart.

[Violetta:]
Free and aimless I frolic
From joy to joy,
Flowing along the surface
of life’s path as I please.
As the day is born,
Or as the day dies,
Happily I turn to the new delights
That make my spirit soar.

[Alfredo:]
Love is a heartbeat throughout the universe,
mysterious, altering,
the torment and delight of my heart.

[Violetta:]
Oh! Oh! Love!
Madness! Euphoria!

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About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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