by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Translation © by Ferdinando Albeggiani

There came a wind like a bugle
Language: English 
Available translation(s): CAT FRE GER ITA
There came a wind like a bugle,
It quivered through the grass,
And a green chill upon the heat
So ominous did pass

We barred the windows and the doors
As from an emerald ghost
The doom's electric moccasin
That very instant passed.

On a strange mob of panting trees,
And fences fled away,
And rivers where the houses ran
The living looked that day,

The bell within the steeple wild,
The flying tidings whirled.
How much can come and much can go,
And yet abide the world!

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Set in a modified version by Gordon Getty, Lee Hoiby, Leon Kirchner.

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , title 1: "Vingué un vent com un clarí", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Alors vint un vent comme un clairon", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2017-05-02 12:17:13
Line count: 16
Word count: 88

Irruppe un vento come suono di corno
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the English 
Irruppe un vento come suono di corno,
fu tutto un fremito nell'erba,
un verde brivido vinse la calura,
così sinistro al passaggio,

Che corremmo a sprangare porte e finestre
per resistere a quello spettro di smeraldo -
l'elettrico serpente del giudizio
balenò proprio in quell'istante.

Ed ecco, una folla di alberi ansimanti
e steccati divelti
e case trascinate dai fiumi
apparvero - quel giorno - alla vista dei vivi.

La campana, dalla torre, impazzita
diffondeva, veloce, la notizia.
Quante mai cose possono andare e venire,
senza che il mondo abbia fine!  

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Text added to the website: 2010-09-06 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:03:59
Line count: 16
Word count: 91