An die Ersehnte
Language: German (Deutsch)
Ich habe dich Gerte getauft, weil du so schlank bist
und weil mich Gott mit dir züchtigen will,
und weil eine Sehnsucht in deinem [Gang]1 ist
wie in schmächtigen Pappeln im April.
Ich kenne dich nicht - aber eines Tages
wirst du im Sturm an meine Türe klopfen,
und ich werde öffnen auf [dies]2 Klopfen,
und meine zuchtlose Brust wird gleichen Schlages
an Deine [zuchtlosen Brüste]3 klopfen.
Denn ich kenne dich - deine Augen glänzen wie Knospen,
und du willst [blühen, blühen, blühen]4!
und deine jungen Gedanken sprühen
wie gepeitschte Sträucher an [Sturzbächen]5;
und du möchtest wie ich den Stürmen Gottes trotzen
oder zerbrechen!
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Confirmed with Richard Dehmel, Gesammelte Werke in drei Bänden, Band 1, S. Fischer Verlag, Berlin, 1920, page 19.
1 Morý: "Gange"
2 Morý: "dieses"
3 Morý: "Brüste"
4 Morý: "blüh'n, blüh'n, blüh'n"
5 Morý: "Sturzbäche"
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To the yearned‑for one
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
I have christened you Switch, because you are so slender
and because God wishes to chastise me with you,
and because there is a yearning in your walk
as in delicate poplars in April.
I do not know you -- but someday
you shall knock at my door during a storm,
and I shall open to this knocking,
and with the same beat my dissolute breast
shall knock upon your [dissolute breasts]1.
For I know you -- your eyes gleam like buds,
and you wish to blossom, blossom, blossom!
and your young thoughts spark forth
like whipped shrubs at the plunging brooks;
and, like me, you wish to defy the storms of God
or break into pieces!
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1 Morý: "breasts"
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