by Conrad Ferdinand Meyer (1825 - 1898)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Alle
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Es sprach der Geist: Sieh auf! Es war im Traume.
Ich hob den Blick. In lichtem Wolkenraume
Sah ich den Herrn das Brot den Zwölfen brechen
Und ahnungsvolle Liebesworte sprechen.
Weit über ihre Häupter lud die Erde
Er ein mit allumarmender Gebärde.

Es sprach der Geist: Sieh auf! Ein Linnen schweben
Sah ich und vielen schon das Mahl gegeben,
Da breiteten sich unter tausend Händen
Die Tische, doch verdämmerten die Enden
In grauen Nebel, drin auf bleichen Stufen
Kummergestalten saßen ungerufen.

Es sprach der Geist: Sieh auf! Die Luft umblaute
Ein unermeßlich Mahl, soweit ich schaute,
Da sprangen reich die Brunnen auf des Lebens,
Da streckte keine Schale sich vergebens,
Da lag das ganze Volk auf vollen Garben,
Kein Platz war leer und keiner durfte darben.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 126

All
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
 The spirit spoke: "Look up!" It was a dream.
 I lifted my eyes: in the bright expanse of clouds
 I saw the Lord break bread for the Twelve,
 and speak loving, but foreboding, words to them.
 Far above their heads, he invited in the earth
 with an all-embracing gesture.

 The spirit spoke: "Look up!" Floating linen
 I saw, and many already receiving a meal;
 spread beneath a thousand hands
 were the tables, dim at the ends
 in the grey mist, while on the pale steps
 miserable forms sat unsummoned.

 The spirit spoke: "Look up!" The sky's blue encompassed now
 an unmeasurable feast, as far as the eye could see;
 there, Fountains of Life frothed richly;
 there, no bowl was held out in vain;
 there, every people rested on full sheaves
 and no place was empty and no one was allowed to starve.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 143