by
Johann Peter Uz (1720 - 1796)
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT DUT ENG ENG FRE ITA
Die Munterkeit ist meinen Wangen,
Den Augen Glut und Sprach entgangen;
Der Mund will kaum ein Lächeln wagen;
Kaum will der welke Leib sich tragen,
Der Bluhmen am Mittage gleicht,
Wann Flora lechzt und Zephyr weicht.
...
Ich seh auf sie mit bangem Sehnen,
Und kann den Blick nicht weggewöhnen:
Die Anmuth, die im Auge wachet
Und um die jungen Wangen lachet,
Zieht meinen weggewichnen Blick
Mit güldnen Banden stets zurück.
Mein Blut strömt mit geschwindern Güssen;
Ich brenn, ich zittre, sie zu küssen;
Ich suche sie mit wilden Blicken,
Und Ungeduld will mich ersticken,
Indem ich immer sehnsuchtsvoll
Sie sehn und nicht umarmen soll.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3-4 of the original text.
Composition:
Set to music by Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828), "An Chloen", D 363 (1816), published 1954, stanzas 1,3-4, note: fragment completed by Reinhard van Hoorickx
Text Authorship:
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "A Cloe", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Aan Chloë", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "To Chloe", copyright ©
- ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "To Chloe", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "À Chloé", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "A Cloe", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 141
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
The vivacity has left my cheeks,
my eyes have lost their gleam and expression,
and my mouth will hardly dare to smile ;
I can hardly hold up my wilting frame,
like flowers at noon
when Flora languishes and Zephyr grows faint.
...
My blood pours swiftly though my veins;
I burn and tremble to kiss her;
I search for her with wild eyes,
and impatience suffocates me
for, full of yearning, I can always see her,
yet I cannot embrace her.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3-4 of the original text.
Text Authorship:
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