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Herbstabende erinnern mich an dich -- Die Wälder liegen schwarz, der Tag verblich Am Hügelrand in roten Gloriolen. In einem nahen Hofe weint ein Kind; Mit späten Schritten geht durchs Holz der Wind, Die letzten Blaetter einzuholen. Dann steigt, des trüben Anblicks lang gewohnt, Einsam empor der ernste Sichelmond Mit halbem Licht aus unbekannten Ländern. Er wandelt kühl gleichgültig seinen Weg, Sein Licht umgibt Wald, Röhricht, Teich und Steg Mit melancholisch blassen Rändern. Auch Winters, wenn die Nächte lichtlos sind Und Flockenspiel und ungestümer Wind Ums Fenster geht, glaub ich dich oft zu schauen. Der Flügel tönt, mit lächelnder Gewalt Spricht mir ans Herz dein tiefer, dunkler Alt, Grausamste aller schönen Frauen. Dann greift zur Lampe manchmal meine Hand. Ihr mildes Licht fällt auf die breite Wand, Dein dunkles Bild schaut aus dem alten Rahmen Und kennt mich wohl und lächelt sonderbar. Ich aber küsse Hände dir und Haar Und nenne flüsternd deinen Namen.
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, page 25.
Authorship:
- by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Eleanor", written 1898 [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 Christian Immo Schneider (b. 1935), "Eleanor", op. 7 no. 4 [ high voice and piano ], from Zehn romantische Lieder für mittlere Stimme nach Gedichten von Hermann Hesse, no. 4 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Eleanor", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Eleanor", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2014-07-23
Line count: 24
Word count: 153
Autumn evenings remind me of you -- The forests rest blackly, the day has faded away Upon the rim of the hills in red glorioles. In a nearby courtyard a child is crying; With tardy steps the wind passes through the wood In order to catch up the last leaves. Then, long accustomed to the dreary spectacle, The serious crescent moon rises in solitude, Half alight, from unknown lands. Coolly indifferent, he travels his pathway, His light casts melancholy, pale rims About forest, reeds, pond and footbridge. In winter, too, when the nights are without light And the play of snowflakes and wild winds Pass the window, I often imagine that I see you. The piano sounds, with smiling force Your deep, dark, alto voice speaks to my heart, You, most merciless of all beautiful women. My hand then sometimes reaches for the lamp. Its mild light falls upon the broad wall, Your dark image peers from out the old frame And knows me well and smiles mysteriously. But I kiss your hands, your hair, And speak your name in a whisper.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Eleanor", written 1898
This text was added to the website: 2014-07-23
Line count: 24
Word count: 181