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Language: German (Deutsch)

Ich hatte dir ein Lied gespielt.
Du schwiegest. Deine Rechte hielt
Mit lassen Fingern eine große,
Blutrote, reife Purpurrose.

Und über uns mit fremder Pracht
Stieg auf die milde Sommernacht,
In wunderbarem Glanz erschlossen,
Die erste Nacht, die wir genossen.

Stieg auf und bog den dunklen Arm
Um uns, und war so laß und warm.
Du streiftest still von deinem Schoße
Die Blätter einer Purpurrose.

Translation(s): ENG FRE

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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 59.

Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator] and Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Crimson rose", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Rose pourpre", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Text added to the website: 2009-04-29.
Last modified: 2018-08-11 16:49:17
Line count: 12
Word count: 65

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Rose pourpre

Language: French (Français) after the German (Deutsch)

Je t'avais joué une chanson.
Tu te taisais. Ta main droite
Tenait entre ses doigts lassés une grande rose
Rouge sang, épanouie, pourpre.

Et sur nous, avec une étrange splendeur,
Se leva la douce nuit d'été,
Exaltée par un éclat magnifique,
La première nuit dont nous avons joui.

Elle se leva et courba son sombre bras
Autour de nous, et elle était si lasse et chaude.
En silence tu effleuras de ton sein
Les pétales d'une rose pourpre.

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Text added to the website: 2017-04-26.
Last modified: 2017-04-26 12:22:10
Line count: 12
Word count: 78