by
Max Mell (1882 - 1971)
Der milde Herbst von anno 45
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT FRE
Ich Uralter kanns erzählen, wie der Herbst durch jenes Jahr
Wie ein Strom rann und ein Spiegel hundert Abendrten war.
An Obstbäumen lehnten Leitern, knackten unter Eil und Fleiss,
Und die Kinder schmausten immer, und die Kranken lachten leis.
Auf dem Boden rochs nach Äpfeln, in den Kellern feucht nach Wein,
Und wer eine Sense ansah, dem fiel doch der Tod nicht ein.
War ein Herbst so lang wie jeder; Sonne sinkt und Stunde schlägt;
Doch an jedes Leben, schien uns, war ein Kleines zugelegt.
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Manuel Capdevila i Font) , "La suau tardor de l’any 45", copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le doux automne de l'année 45.", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2011-06-04
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La suau tardor de l’any 45
Language: Catalan (Català) after the German (Deutsch)
Jo, el més vell, us puc explicar com va anar la tardor d'aquell any,
va córrer com un riu i com un mirall foren un centenar de vespres.
Als arbres fruiters s'hi recolzaben escales, que trencava la pressa i la feina.
I els infants sempre menjaven, i els malalts somreien dolçament.
El terra feia olor de pomes, le caves humitejaven de vi
i el que veia una dalla, no era aquesta la causa de la seva mort.
Fou una tardor tan llarga com les altres; el sol es ponia i les hores tocaven;
però a cadascú la vida, ens semblava, li afegia una miqueta.
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This text was added to the website: 2025-05-27
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