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Nebst diesem Mai
Translations © by Bertram Kottmann
Song Cycle by Ann Marie Callaway (b. 1949)
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Summer for thee grant I may be When summer days are flown! Thy music still when whippoorwill And oriole are done! For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb And [sow]1 my blossoms o'er! Pray gather me, Anemone, Thy flower forevermore!
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- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Poems by Emily Dickinson, first published 1896
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Dickinson, Emily. The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Boston: Little, Brown, 1924; Bartleby.com, 2000 http://www.bartleby.com/113/3040.html
1 in the Franklin edition, "row"
Sommer für dich, gerne wär’s ich, wenn Sommers Zeit ist um! Musik dir noch, sind jetzt doch Schwalb’ und Pirol verstummt! Dir Blüte sein, meid’ Grab und Stein, streu meine Verse weit! Pflück mich geschwind, Röslein im Wind, das blühet dir, allzeit!
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So set its sun in thee, What day is dark to me - What distance far, So I the ships may see That touch how seldomly Thy shore?
Solang die Sonne scheint in dir, welch’ Tag sollt’ düster werden mir und welche Ferne weit, solang die Schiffe ich kann sehn die - eine Seltenheit - bei dir vor Anker gehn?
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A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold [commune]1 Beyond the Realm of Bird — A Wind that woke a lone Delight Like Separation's Swell Restored in Arctic Confidence To the Invisible —
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- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title
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View original text (without footnotes)1 in Dickinson's letters and many editions, "engage"
Ein Wind erhob sich, doch im Wald regte sich kein Blatt: Er ließ sich mit der Kälte ein jenseits der Vögel Reich - weckte die Freud’ in Einsamkeit, durchwogte, was getrennt, brachte von der, die sich nicht zeigt, Vertraun ins frost’ge Herz .
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Besides this May We know There is Another — How fair Our Speculations of the Foreigner! Some know Him whom We knew — Sweet Wonder — A Nature be Where Saints, and our plain going Neighbor Keep May!
Nebst diesem Mai ist uns ein weiterer bekannt - wie schön, zu rätseln über diesen Fremden! Mancher, den wir kannten, erfährt als süßes Wunder ihn - Eine Natur ist gleichfalls dort, wo Heilige und unser schlichter Nachbar den Mai begehn!
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All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One — All forsook, for just a Stranger's New Accompanying — Grace of Wealth, and Grace of Station Less accounted than An unknown Esteem possessing — Estimate — Who can — Home effaced — Her faces dwindled — Nature — altered small — Sun — if shone — or Storm — if shattered — Overlooked I all — Dropped — my fate — a timid Pebble — In thy bolder Sea — Prove — me — Sweet — if I regret it — Prove Myself — of Thee —
Dacht’ an nichts, nur um zu denken an den schoflen Mann - gab alles auf, damit ein Fremder begleitet mich fortan. Gunst des Wohlstands und des Status - sah sie geringer an als des Unbekannten Achtung - glaube dies, wer kann. Ließ die Heimat, ließ die Lieben, kein Blick mehr für Natur ob Sonnenschein, ob Sturmeswüten hab alles ignoriert. Ließ mein Los, ein zager Kiesel, fallen in dein keck’res Meer - Liebster, prüf, ob ich’s bereue, oder gehör ganz dir.
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