by
Stefan George (1868 - 1933)
Wir bevölkerten die abend‑düstern
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT ENG FRE ITA
Wir bevölkerten die abend-düstern
Lauben · lichten tempel · pfad und beet
Freudig – sie mit lächeln ich mit flüstern –
Nun ist wahr dass sie für immer geht.
Hohe blumen blassen oder brechen ·
Es erblasst und bricht der weiher glas
Und ich trete fehl im morschen gras ·
Palmen mit den spitzen fingern stechen.
Mürber blätter zischendes gewühl
Jagen ruckweis unsichtbare hände
Draussen um des edens fahle wände.
Die nacht ist überwölkt und schwül.
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Confirmed with Stefan George, Die Bücher der Hirten- und Preisgedichte, der Sagen und Sänge und der hängenden Gärten. Gesamt-Ausgabe der Werke, Band 3, Berlin, 1930, page 111.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Ens allotjàvem de bon grat en foscos fullatges", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "We inhabited the evening-dimmed", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Abbiamo abitato il fogliame che a sera", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Abbiamo abitato il fogliame che a sera
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the German (Deutsch)
Abbiamo abitato il fogliame che a sera
si fa cupo, i chiari templi, sentieri e aiuole
con gioia - i suoi sorrisi, mentre io parlavo piano -
Ora è vero, per sempre se ne va.
Alti fiori appassiscono o si spezzano,
si fa smorto e si spezza lo specchio dello stagno
ed io mi perdo nell'erba putrescente:
palme mi pungono con dita acuminate.
Un sibilante tumulto di fradicio fogliame
a tratti scaglia invisibili mani
fuori verso le pallide pareti dell'eden.
Afosa e la notte e affollata di nuvole.
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