by
Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)
Verwölkte Nacht
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): ENG FRE
Mein Liebling du, verwölkte Nacht
Mit deinen sturmgepackten
Wipfeln, wie lodert so jäh die Pracht
Des Todes in deinen eiligen Takten!
Du Lied der Qual, du Lied des Leids,
Der Schauer und Todesgedanken,
Ich kenne wohl deiner heimwehkranken
Nachtweisen heimlich wilden Reiz!
Wie einst in meiner Knabenzeit
Füllst du mit dunklem Leid mein Herz.
Es ist der alte, wohlbekannte Schmerz
Von damals, ist das alte Leid,
Nur trauriger und ohne Süßigkeit.
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, page 63.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Clouded night", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Nuit ennuagée", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2014-09-03
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Clouded night
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
You my beloved, clouded night
With your treetops in the grasp of the storm,
How so suddenly flames the glory
Of death in your hasty beats!
You song of agony, you song of suffering,
Of shuddering and of thoughts of death,
I know well the secret wild allurement
Of your homesick night songs.
As you did in my boyhood,
You fill my heart with dark suffering.
It is the old, well known pain
Of past times, the old suffering,
Only more sad and without sweetness.
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This text was added to the website: 2014-09-03
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