Allerseelen (All Souls Day)

Stell auf den Tisch die duftenden Reseden,
Die letzten roten Astern trag herbei,
Und laß uns wieder von der Liebe reden,
Wie einst im Mai.
Gib mir die Hand, daß ich sie heimlich drücke,
Und wenn man’s sieht, mir ist es einerlei,
Gib mir nur einen deiner süßen Blicke,
Wie einst im Mai.
Es blüht und duftet heut auf jedem Grabe,
Ein Tag im Jahr ist ja den Toten frei,
Komm am mein Herz, daß ich dich wieder habe,
Wie einst im Mai.

Poem by Hermann von Gilm

(Place on the table the perfuming mignonettes;
bring here the last red asters;
and let us talk of love again—as once in May.
Give me your hand, so I press it secretly.
And if someone sees that, I would not mind.
Give me but one of your sweet glances—as once in May.
Today, flowers are blooming and perfuming on every grave.
One day in a year the deceased are free.
Come to my heart, so that I have you again—as once in May.)

November 2, All Souls Day, is a day of remembrances in most countries of the Western Hemisphere. Originally a religious practice, overtime regional traditions blended with liturgical rituals. More than honoring only the “faithful” ones, people celebrate the lives of their departed loved ones.

There was no mention of faith in Gilm’s poem. He wrote about setting up the room with beautiful and fragrant flower, as it would be around every grave on that particular day. The narrator talked about love and intimate connections—as once in May. Instead of lamenting his lost, he anticipated the chance, one day a year, for the renewal of love.

Richard Strauss in his setting of Gilm’s words allowed singers to narrate the story with gorgeous melodies. The pianists were given the job to depict the beautiful atmosphere, the gentle persuasion for a touching hand, and the heartthrob caused by a sweet eye contact. Eventually the passion of desire explodes yet fades quickly into, once again, quiet remembrance.

Contrary to this depiction of secrecy and intimacy, one finds boisterous celebrations and fanciful images of Los Dia de los Muertos in the movie Coco. Colorful costumes, songs and dances were all important parts of Miguel’s journey through the underworld. Paths paved with marigold lead him to fulfill his dream to reconnect with his ancestors and heritage.

Chinese people do not observe All Souls Day. Instead, on the 15th days after the Spring Equinox, which usually fall on April 5 or 6 of the Western calendar, families will gather around their ancestors burial ground, cleaning and sweeping the graves. Although there are differences in regional rituals, the observance of Qingming Festival is meant to give thanks and honoring our ancestors. Similar traditions are practiced in many other Asian countries.

Regardless of our cultural backgrounds and personal experiences, we all can appreciate the sadness of losing loved ones and the desire to be united with them. Let the love and remembrance be within us more than one day a year.

Allerseelen,” Richard Strauss:
Performed by Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau, baritone and Gerald Moore, piano.

Costumes

This entry is part 26 of 28 in the series Goldfish

Even though I know that Halloween is right around the corner, and that parties are starting early, it still surprises me whenever people get on the subways with their creative makeup and costumes. Every year I ask myself what I like to be if I get invited to a party. The older I get, the less clear I am about what constitutes a great costume (for myself).

If I were asked the same question when I was three, I would definitely say: “a bride.” I loved the sparkling tiara, the lacy veils, the gowns with elegant train. One day, I played dress-up with a neighbor lady who was babysitting me. She took two white bath towels and made a bridal outfit for me: one for the headdress and the other one for the robe. There’s a photo of me standing at the edge of engawa, smiling at the camera just as a bride would.

For my dance performances, I got plenty opportunities to dress up in character. I wore embroidered traditional shirt and pants as a young mother bringing her baby back to grandma’s house; I dressed as a Bavarian shepherdess dancing to the theme song of The Sounds of Music; I had a Taiwanese indigenous outfit studded with beads and little jingles; . . .

When I was in fourth grade, my schedule got a little crowded with extracurricular activities. Mom somehow convinced me that, if I played the piano REALLY well, I would be able to wear anything beautiful dress that I dreamed of. Today, one section of my closet is designated for my concert black.

I watched many little girls growing out of their princess and fairy costumes. But, I am sure the fun memories of wearing beautiful dresses and living in the fantasy world for a day will never fade.