March | The sky grows blue, lost deep within itself

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by Hans Erich Blaich (1873 - 1945), as Dr. Owlglass

Translation © by Sharon Krebs

März

Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: ENG

Der Himmel blaut, tief in sich selbst verloren.
Verträumte Wolken ziehen ihre Bahn.
Fern ruft ein Hahn.
Die erste Biene summt dir um die Ohren.

Wie Silber glänzt, wie altes Gold, die Weide
im stillen Licht, das durch die Täler schwebt.
Die braune Erde webt
mit leiser Hast an ihrem bunten Kleide.

Confirmed with Simplicissimus, 22. Jg, Nr. 51, München, 1918

Text Authorship:

by Hans Erich Blaich (1873 - 1945), as Dr. Owlglass, "März" [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 Emil Nikolaus von Rezniček (1860 - 1945), "März" [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]

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ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "March", copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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March

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

The sky grows blue, lost deep within itself.
Bemused clouds scud along their course.
In the distance a cock crows.
The first bee hums about your ears.

The willow glows like silver, like old gold
in the still light that wafts through the valleys.
The brown earth weaves
its colourful garment with quiet haste.

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This text was added to the website: 2024-03-14
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