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Das ist der Morgen, den ich grüße! Mein Morgen. Sanft steigt er aus den Hügeln auf. Die Riesenfittiche beleben sich Voll roter Rosen, Wenn er aus dämmerdunkelem Ei Der Nacht mit einem kühnen Unwirklich großen Schwung sich löst Und seine Schritte durch die Allmacht dröhnen, Daß selbst die alte Mutter Sonne Ihm zu begegnen sich erhebt. Das ist der Morgen, den ich grüße! Mein Morgen. Sanft streichelt er die durstigen Halme Und läßt die dürren trinken Aus seiner gütevollen weißen Hand.
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with Hellmut Draws-Tychsen, Nordische Gedichte, Danzig: Danziger Verlagsgesellschaft m.b.H. (Paul Rosenberg), 1932, page 39.
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- by Hellmut Draws-Tychsen (1904 - 1973), "Morgengruß", written 1929, appears in Nordische Gedichte [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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This is the morning that I greet! My morning. Gently it arises from the highlands, Its giant pinions quicken Full of red roses, When from the twilit, dark egg Of the night, it frees itself with A bold, surreal, great impetus, And its steps resound mightily through the omnipotence, So that even the old Mother Sun herself Rises to greet him. This is the morning that I greet! My morning. Gently it strokes the thirsty grass blades And lets the arid ones drink From its beneficent white hand.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Hellmut Draws-Tychsen (1904 - 1973), "Morgengruß", written 1929, appears in Nordische Gedichte
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This text was added to the website: 2022-09-26
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Word count: 89