[Transcription/translation] Beethoven’s Symphony No 9 in D Minor I stand as though on a sandbank In an ocean of melodies Of otherworldly beauty And magical power! The waves rush ever closer, Foaming with force and bravura, And the ether is richly suffused With a wealth of oral harmonies. The deluge rises, engulfs me, I cannot breathe, my heart is filled With blessed joy and desire profound! Fanfares ring out, drumrolls resound! Is the hour of the Last Judgement come? But the waves gently recede, Ebbing further and further away, Just a few sweet melodic crests Quietly, quietly ebb and flow …
Meidner Correspondence from Else Meidner to J.P.