Three Songs from Emily Dickinson

Song Cycle by William Keith Rogers (b. 1921)

Translated to:

German (Deutsch) — Drei Emily Dickinson Lieder (Bertram Kottmann)

1. Lightly stepped a yellow star [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English

Lightly stepped a yellow star
To its lofty place,
Loosed the Moon her silver hat
From her lustral face.
All of evening softly lit
As an astral hall -
"Father," I observed to Heaven,
"You are punctual."

Text Authorship:

by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in The Single Hound, first published 1914

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

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2. I like to see it lap the miles [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English

I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its [sides]¹, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a star,
Stop - docile and omnipotent -
At its own stable door.

Text Authorship:

by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Poems by Emily Dickinson, first published 1891

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FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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¹ Getty, Perle: "ribs"

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3. The heart asks pleasure first [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English

The heart asks pleasure - first,
And then excuse from pain.
And then those little anodynes
That deaden suffering.

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.

Text Authorship:

by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Poems of Emily Dickinson, first published 1890

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