The colorful life of Robert Schumann (8 June 1810 – 29 July 1856) is somewhat loosely celebrated below in four slightly improbable limericks.
Vier Lieder im Limerickstyl
Wieckness
When Robert admitted to share a
Permanent passion with Clara,
Her dad, Friedrich Wieck,
Shouted out in a pique,
“Ach, nimmer, young man, quest’è guerra!”
Lieder Crisis
Herr Schumann, excising a song,
Had sensed the proportions were wrong.
A nice Liederkreis
Should be direct and concise,
And this one had gotten too long.
Die glückliche Hand
Said Schumann, in pain, “It’s my hand! It
Didn’t pan out as I planned it.
My finger technique
Was certainly weak,
But I shouldn’t have tried to expand it.
Florestan or Eusebius?
The Neue Zeitschrift für Musik
Came out, more or less, twice a week,
And Schumann (disguised)
Chastised and advised
With a bipolar brand of critique.
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