Nach hundert Jahren kennt

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by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Translation © by Bertram Kottmann

After a hundred years

Language: English

Our translations: GER

After a hundred years
Nobody knows the place,
Agony that enacted there
Motionless as peace.
 
Weeds triumphant ranged;
Strangers strolled and spelled
At the lone orthography
Of the elder dead.
 
Winds of summer fields
Recollect the way,
Instinct picking up the key
Dropped by memory.

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Text Authorship:

by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

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

by Ernst Bacon (1898 - 1990), "After a hundred years" [low voice and piano] [ sung text not verified ]
by Gordon Getty (b. 1933), "After a hundred years" [soprano and piano], from The White Election - A Song Cycle for soprano and piano on 32 poems of Emily Dickinson, Part 3 : Almost Peace, no. 22. [ sung text verified 1 time]

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GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2011-01-12
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Word count: 45

Nach hundert Jahren kennt

Language: German (Deutsch) after the English

Nach hundert Jahren kennt
die Stätte keiner mehr,
wo einstmals Agonie präsent -
Friede nunmehr.

Fremde schlendern dahin,
wo siegreich Wildwuchs sprießt,
der alten Grabinschriften Sinn
sich schwer erschließt.

Winde auf Sommerflur
erinnern Weg und Ziel -
Eingebung hebt den Schlüssel auf,
der uns entfiel.

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This text was added to the website: 2018-03-03
Line count: 12
Word count: 43