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Translations © by Bertram Kottmann
Song Cycle by Richard Layton Kent (b. 1916)
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The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on.
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- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Poems of Emily Dickinson, first published 1890
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Die Früh' gedämpfter als zuvor, die Nüsse brauner schon; der Beere Wange runder, die Rose ist geflohn. Der Ahorn trägt den buntern Schal, die Flur ein rot Gewand. Dass ich nicht altmodisch bin, leg ich ein Schmuckstück an.
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As imperceptibly as grief The Summer lapsed away -- Too imperceptible, at last, To seem like Perfidy -- A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon -- The Dusk drew earlier in -- The morning foreign shone -- A courteous, yet harrowing Grace, As Guest, [that]1 would be gone -- And thus, without a Wing Or service of a Keel Our Summer made her light escape Into the Beautiful.
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- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Poems by Emily Dickinson, first published 1891
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So wenig wahrnehmbar wie Leid verging des Sommers Blühn - zu wenig wahrnehmbar zuletzt als dass er treulos schien - Ruh’ träufelte herab, längst Zwielicht überm Land - Natur den ganzen Nachmittag in Stille zu sich fand - Die Dämmerung fiel früher ein - fremder das Morgenrot - anmutig, höflich, - schmerzlich doch - ein Gast, der alsbald fort - und solcherart, ganz flügellos und ohne einen Kiel entfloh der Sommer, mühelos, ins schönere Exil.
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The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem.
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- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Poems of Emily Dickinson, first published 1890
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Der Himmel tief, fies das Gewölk, die Schneeflock’ zaudernd weht, fragt, ob die Reise übern Stall oder zur Radspur geht. Den Tag lang klagt ein dünner Wind was ihm nicht war genehm; manchmal erscheint Natur wie wir ohne ihr Diadem.
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