Gemäht sind die Felder, der Stoppelwind...
Language: German (Deutsch)
Gemäht sind die Felder, der Stoppelwind weht,
Hoch droben in Lüften mein Drache nun steht,
Die Rippen von Holze, der Leib von Papier,
Zwei Ohren, ein Schwänzlein sind all seine Zier;
Und ich denk': so drauf liegen
Im sonnigen Strahl,
Ach, wer doch das könnte
Nur ein einziges Mal!
Da guckt' ich dem Storch in das Sommernest dort:
Guten Morgen, Frau Storchen, geht die Reise bald fort?
Ich blickt' in die Häuser zum Schornstein hinein:
Papachen, Mamachen, wie seid Ihr so klein!
Tief unter mir säh' ich
Fluß, Hügel und Thal --
Ach, wer doch das könnte
Nur ein einziges Mal!
Und droben, gehoben, auf schwindelnder Bahn,
Da faßt' ich die Wolken, die segelnden an;
Ich ließ' mich besuchen von Schwalben und Krähn,
Und könnte die Lerchen, die singenden sehn,
Die Englein belauscht' ich
Im himmlischen Saal --
Ach, wer doch das könnte
Nur ein einziges Mal!
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Confirmed with Gedichte von Victor Blüthgen, Leipzig: Verlag von Edwin Schloemp, 1880, pages 216-217
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Word count: 152
The fields are reaped, the wind blows...
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
The fields are reaped, the wind blows over the stubble,
High up in the breezes my kite now hovers,
Its ribs are of wood, its body of paper,
Two ears and a little tail are its sole adornment;
And I think to myself: to float on it thus
In the sunbeams,
Ah, if one could only do that
Just once!
I would peek into the summer nest of the stork:
Good morning, Mrs. Stork, shall you soon be on your way southward?
I would peek into the houses through the chimney:
Little Papa, little Mama, how small you are!
Far below me I would see
River, hill and valley --
Ah, if one could only do that
Just once!
And above, lifted up, upon a dizzying path,
I would touch the clouds, the sailing clouds;
I would receive visits from swallows and crows,
And I would be able to see the singing larks,
I would eavesdrop on the angels
In the heavenly halls --
Ah, if one could only do that
Just once!
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Translated titles:
"Ach, wer das doch könnte" = "Ah, to be able to do that"
"Kinderliedchen" = "Children’s song"
Text Authorship:
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This text was added to the website: 2016-11-17
Line count: 24
Word count: 173
