Bluebeard’s Castle

Béla Balázs

1911

Judith:

Ev’rything lies deep in shadow.

[She feels her way forward.]

[She shudders.]

The walls are sweating.

Tell me Bluebeard

Why this moisture on my fingers?

Walls and rafters, all are weeping.

[She covers her eyes.]

Bluebeard:

Judith, Judith, would it not be

Happier in your father’s castle,

Roses rambling round the terrace,

The sunlight dancing on the roof?

J…
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