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Nu glider Baaden mod Skærgaardsøen, en Ø i Havet med grønne Strande. Her lever Blomster for ingens Øjne, de staar saa fremmed og ser mig lande. Mit Hjærte blir som en Fabelhave, med samme Blomster som Øen ejer. De taler sammen og hvisker sælsomt, som Børn de mødes og ler og nejer. Her var jeg kanske i Tidens Morgen, som hvid Spirea engang at finde. Jeg kender Duften igen fra fordum, jeg skelver midt i et gammelt Minde. Mit Øje lukkes, en fjærn Erindring har lagt mit Hode ned til min Skulder. Saa tætner Natten, ind over Øen kun Havet buldrer -- Nirvanas Bulder.
Text Authorship:
- by Knut Hamsun (1859 - 1952) [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 Magne Amdahl (b. 1942), "Skærgaardsø", 1994 [ bass-baritone, narrator, violoncello, and piano ], from En Hamsun konsert, no. 5 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Algot Haquinius (1886 - 1966), "Skærgaardsø", 1915 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Les îles du Skærgaard", copyright © 2026, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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À présent le bateau glisse vers les îles du Skærgaard pour une île au milieu de la mer aux plages verdoyantes. Ici, des fleurs poussent à l’abri des regards, elles se dressent, si étrangères, et me voient accoster. Mon cœur devient comme un jardin féerique, avec les mêmes fleurs que possède l’île. Elles dialoguent entre elles et murmurent étrangement, telles des enfants, elles se rencontrent et rient et font la révérence. J’étais peut-être ici à l’aube des temps, comme une spirée blanche que l’on trouvait autrefois. Je reconnais encore ce parfum d’antan, je frémis au milieu de ce vieux souvenir. Mes yeux se ferment, un lointain souvenir a posé ma tête sur mon épaule. Puis la nuit s’épaissit, sur l’île seule la mer gronde ... le grondement du Nirvana.
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- Translation from Norwegian (Bokmål) to French (Français) copyright © 2026 by Pierre Mathé, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in Norwegian (Bokmål) by Knut Hamsun (1859 - 1952)
This text was added to the website: 2026-08-15
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Word count: 128
