Weidwundes Wild am höchsten springt

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by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Translation © by Bertram Kottmann

A wounded Deer ‑ leaps highest

Language: English

Our translations: GER

A wounded Deer - leaps highest -
I've heard the Hunter tell -
'Tis but the extasy of death -
And then the Brake is still!

The smitten Rock that gushes!
The trampled Steel that springs!
A Cheek is always redder
Just where the Hectic stings!

Mirth is the mail of Anguish -
In which it cautious Arm,
Lest Anybody spy the blood
And "you're hurt" exclaim!

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Text Authorship:

by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, written 1860 [author's text checked 1 time 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 Paul Wehage , "A wounded Deer - leaps highest" [ high voice and piano ], from Ten Dickinson Songs, no. 1 [sung text not yet checked]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , no title, copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: Bertram Kottmann

This text was added to the website: 2020-04-27
Line count: 12
Word count: 62

Weidwundes Wild am höchsten springt

Language: German (Deutsch) after the English

Weidwundes Wild am höchsten springt,
sagte ein Jäger mir:
Ein Todesrausch sich ihm entringt,
dann - Stille im Revier.

Geschlagner Fels Wasser gebiert!
Falleisen lösen aus!
Und wenn das Fieber uns regiert,
Blut in den Wangen braust!

Das Leid tarnt sich mit Fröhlichkeit,
die sorgsam es bewehrt,
damit dich niemand bluten sieht,
und „Bist verwundet?!“ plärrt.

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Translator's note for stanza 2, line 1 : 4. Mo 20,11.

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a text in English by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, written 1860
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This text was added to the website: 2020-04-30
Line count: 12
Word count: 55