Der Wind hob alles hoch im Nord

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by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Translation © by Bertram Kottmann

The wind

Language: English

Our translations: GER

The Wind took up the Northern Things
And piled them in the south --
Then gave the East unto the West
And opening his mouth

The four Divisions of the Earth
Did make as to devour
While everything to corners slunk
Behind the awful power --

The Wind -- unto his Chambers went
And nature ventured out --
Her subjects scattered into place
Her systems ranged about

Again the smoke from Dwellings rose
The Day abroad was heard --
How intimate, a Tempest past
The Transport of the Bird --

Text Authorship:

by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), appears in Bolts of Melody, first published 1945 [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 Leonard Berkowitz (b. 1926), "The wind", published 1968 [ SATB chorus a cappella ], from Four Songs on Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 3 [sung text not yet checked]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2004-06-03
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Word count: 84

Der Wind hob alles hoch im Nord

Language: German (Deutsch) after the English

Der Wind hob alles hoch im Nord
und ließ es los im Süd -
dann trug den Westen er nach Ost
und schien mit seinem Schlund

bis hin zum fernsten Horizont
die Erde zu verschlingen,
indessen alles sich verkroch,
dem Sturmwind zu entrinnen.

Er zog zurück sich in sein Heim, 
Natur traut sich hervor,
man fand an seinem Platz sich ein,
schuf Ordnung wie zuvor

Rauch stieg aus den Kaminen auf,
vernehmbar Tages Gang.
Wie traulich klingt nach Sturmgebraus
des Vogels Jubelsang.

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Based on:

a text in English by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), appears in Bolts of Melody, first published 1945
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This text was added to the website: 2020-03-04
Line count: 16
Word count: 81