by
Alfred Mombert (1872 - 1942)
Warm die Lüfte
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): ENG FRE ITA NOR
Warm die Lüfte,
es sprießt Gras auf sonnigen Wiesen.
Horch!--
Horch, es flötet die Nachtigall...
Ich will singen:
Droben hoch im düstern Bergforst,
es schmilzt und [sickert]1 kalter Schnee,
ein Mädchen im grauen Kleide
lehnt am feuchten Eichstamm,
krank sind ihre zarten Wangen,
die grauen Augen fiebern
durch Düsterriesenstämme.
"Er kommt noch nicht. Er läßt mich warten"...
Stirb!
Der Eine stirbt, daneben der Andere lebt:
Das macht die Welt so tiefschön.
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Confirmed with Alfred Mombert, Dichtungen, Gedicht-Werke, ed. Elisabeth Herberg, Erster Band, München: Kösel-Verlag von J. Hörning, 1963, pages 108-109
1 one source gives "glitzert"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Jakob Kellner) , "Warm the breezes", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "L'air est doux", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Tiepide brezze", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 71
Varm er luften
Language: Norwegian (Bokmål)  after the German (Deutsch)
Varm er luften,
Det spirer gress på solfylte enger.
Hør!
Hør, Nattergalen fløyter...
Jeg vil synge:
Høyt der oppe i den dystre fjellskogen,
smelter og sildrer kald snø,
en jente i grå klær
lener seg mot en fuktig eikestamme,
syke er hennes sarte kinn,
die grå øynene er feberhete
gjennom de dystre enorme trestammene.
"Han kommer ikke ennå. Han lar meg vente..."
Dø!
En dør mens andre får leve:
Det er det som gjør verden så dypt vakker.
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