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Die seeligen Augenblicke an Laura

Language: German (Deutsch)

Laura, [über diese Welt zu flüchten]1,
Wähn ich -- mich [in Himmelmaienglanz zu lichten]2,
Wenn dein Blick in meine Blicke flimmt,
Ätherlüfte träum ich einzusaugen,
Wenn mein Bild in deiner sanften Augen
Himmelblauem Spiegel schwimmt; --

Leierklang aus Paradieses Fernen,
Harfenschwung aus angenehmern Sternen
Ras ich, in mein trunken Ohr zu ziehn,
Meine Muse fühlt die Schäferstunde,
Wenn von deinem wollustheißem Munde
Silbertöne ungern fliehn; --

Amoretten seh ich Flügel schwingen,
Hinter dir die trunknen Fichten springen
Wie von Orpheus' Saitenruf belebt,
Rascher rollen um mich her die Pole,
Wenn im Wirbeltanze deine Sohle
Flüchtig wie die Welle schwebt; --

Deine Blicke -- wenn sie Liebe lächeln,
Könnten Leben durch den Marmor fächeln,
Felsenadern Pulse leihn,
Träume werden um mich her zu Wesen,
Kann ich nur in deinen Augen lesen:
Laura, Laura mein! --

Wenn [dann, wie]3 gehoben aus den Achsen
[Zwei]4 Gestirn, in Körper Körper wachsen,
Mund an Mund gewurzelt brennt,
Wollustfunken aus den Augen regnen,
Seelen wie entbunden sich begegnen
In des Atems Flammenwind, -- -- --

Qualentzücken -- -- Paradiesesschmerzen! -- --
Wilder flutet zum beklommnen Herzen,
Wie Gewappnete zur Schlacht, das Blut,
Die Natur, der Endlichkeit vergessen,
Wagts, mit höhern Wesen sich zu messen,
Schwindelt ob der acherontschen Flut.

Eine Pause drohet hier den Sinnen,
Schwarzes Dunkel jagt den Tag von hinnen,
[Nacht verschlingt den Quell des Lichts --]5
Leises.. Murmeln... dumpfer... hin.. verloren..
Stirbt... allmählich.. in den trunknen... Ohren...
Und die Welt [ist.... Nichts....]6

Ach, vielleicht verpraßte tausend Monde,
Laura, die Elysiumssekunde,
All begraben in dem schmalen Raum;
Weggewirbelt von der Todeswonne,
Landen wir an einer andern Sonne,
Laura! und es war ein Traum.

[O daß doch]7 der Flügel Chronos' harrte,
Hingebannt ob dieser Gruppe starrte
Wie ein Marmorbild -- -- die Zeit!
Aber ach! ins Meer des Todes jagen
Wellen Wellen -- Über dieser Wonne schlagen
Schon die Strudel der Vergessenheit.


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Confirmed with Anthologie auf das Jahr 1782, anonymously edited by Schiller with the fake publishing information "Gedrukt in der Buchdrukerei zu Tobolsko", actually published by Johann Benedict Metzler in Stuttgart, pages 38-41.

This is the first version of Schiller's Die Entzückung an Laura, published with the title Die seeligen Augenblicke an Laura and "Y." as the author's name. In this first version the poem consists of nine stanzas. In his second version which Schiller published in the same year in Stäudlin's Schwäbischer Musenalmanach he changed the title to Die Entzückung an Laura, modified several verses, and suppressed stanzas 6 and 8 (see below). Schiller's final (third) version, which he included in his collected poems, keeps only the first four stanzas (see below).

1 Zumsteeg: "Welt und Himmel weggeronnen"
2 Zumsteeg: "ins Himmels Maienlich zu sonnen"
3 Zumsteeg: "nun wie"
4 Zumsteeg: "Zween"
5 Zumsteeg: "Lagert sich um den gefangnen Blick."
6 Zumsteeg: "tritt in ihr Nichts zurück."
7 Zumsteeg: "Ha! daß jetzt"

Submitted by Pierre Mathé and Peter Rastl

Authorship


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

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Set in a modified version by Johann Rudolf Zumsteeg.

Set in a modified version by Siegfried Langgaard, Johann Friedrich Reichardt, Franz Peter Schubert.

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Laura, it is as if I am escaping out of...

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

Laura, it is as if I am escaping out of this world,
That is what I imagine, in order to immerse myself in the heavenly glow of May,
When our eyes meet and your gaze shimmers in mine,
I dream that I am absorbing ethereal breezes,
When in your gentle eyes my image
Swims in your sky-blue mirror;

The sound of lyres in distant Paradise,
The sway of harps from more attractive stars,
Those are the sounds I am passionate my ears should be turned towards,
My muse can sense the 'heure du berger',
When, from your passionately warm mouth
Silver notes reluctantly escape;

I watch cupids flapping their wings,
Behind you the drunken spruce trees are dancing
As if brought to life by the call of Orpheus's strings,
The poles swirl around me more rapidly
When your feet, in their whirling dance,
Swirl around as fleeting as a wave;

Your glances, when they smile with love,
Could stir marble into life
And provide a pulse for the veins in rocks,
Dreams will become true around me
If only I can read in your eyes:
Laura, Laura is mine!

Then, when, like, spinning out of their axes,
Two stars grow together, body merging with body,
Burning rooted mouth to mouth,
With sparks of delight streaming from their eyes,
Souls encounter each other as if in alliance
In the flaming wind of breath,

The rapture of agony - the pains of paradise!
It flows more wildly towards the apprehensive heart,
That blood, like an armed soldier going into battle,
Nature, forgetting finitude,
Dares to take on higher realities
And fades on account of the waters of Acheron.

Meaning is here threatened with a pause,
Black darkness pursues the day from behind,
Night devours the source of light -
Gently . . a murmuring . . . softer . . gone . . . lost . . .
It dies . . . gradually . . . in the drunken . . . ears . . .
And the world is . . . nothing . . .

Oh, perhaps a thousand months passed by,
Laura, in that Elysian second,
All buried within such a narrow space (of time);
Whirled away from the delight of death,
We land on another sun,
Laura! and it was a dream.

Oh, if only Chronos's wings would wait,
Oh that time might be bewitched by this grouping and freeze
Like a marble statue. Time!
But oh! Waves are chasing waves into the sea of death,
Wave upon wave - Over this delight you can already hear the sounds
Of the whirlpool of oblivion.


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Translations of title(s):
"Die seligen Augenblicke" = "The blessed moments"
"Die Entzückung an Laura" = "Enchantment with Laura"


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