by
Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)
Der Föhn schreit jede Nacht
Language: German (Deutsch)
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Der Föhn schreit jede Nacht,
Sein feuchter Flügel flattert schwer.
Brachvögel taumeln durch die Luft.
Nun schläft nichts mehr,
Nun ist das ganze Land erwacht,
Der Frühling ruft.
In diesen Nächten schlaf ich nicht.
Mein Herz wird jung,
Aus blauen Tiefen der Erinnerung
Steigt meiner Jugend heißes Glück,
Schaut mir so nahe ins Gesicht,
Erschrickt, und flieht zurück.
Bleib still, bleib still, mein Herz!
Ob auch im Blute eng und schwer
Die Leidenschaft sich rührt
Und dich die alten Wege führt --
Nicht jugendwärts
Gehn deine Wege mehr.
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 2 Die Romane, Getrud, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, pages 388-389.
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The Föhn‑wind screams every night
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
The Föhn-wind screams every night,
Its damp pinions flutter heavily.
Curlews reel through the air.
Now nothing sleeps any longer,
Now the whole land is wakened,
Spring calls.
In these nights I do not sleep.
My heart grows young,
From the blue depths of memory
Rises the fervent happiness of my youth,
So close, it looks into my face,
Is startled and flees back.
Be still, be still, my heart!
Though in your veins, closely and heavily,
Passion stirs
And leads you upon the old paths --
Your ways no longer
Go toward youth.
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Translations of title(s):
"Der Föhn (aus " = "The Föhn-wind (from "Gertrud")"
"Der Föhn schreit jede Nacht" = "The Föhn-wind screams every night"
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), no title, written <<1909, appears in Gertrud, first published 1910
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