Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- Translator's Preface
- Acknowledgments
- Introduction
- Part I Neue Gedichte / New Poems
- Early Apollo
- Girl's Lament
- Love Song
- Eranna to Sappho
- Sappho to Eranna
- Sappho to Alcaeus
- Epitaph of a Young Girl
- Oblation
- Eastern Aubade
- Abishag
- David Sings before Saul
- Joshua's Gathering
- The Prodigal Son's Departure
- The Mount of Olives
- Pietà
- The Women's Song to the Poet
- The Death of the Poet
- Buddha
- L'Ange du Méridien
- The Cathedral
- The Portal
- The Rose Window
- The Capital
- God in the Middle Ages
- Morgue
- The Prisoner
- The Panther
- The Gazelle
- The Unicorn
- St. Sebastian
- The Donor
- The Angel
- Roman Sarcophagi
- The Swan
- Childhood
- The Poet
- The Lace
- A Woman's Fate
- The Convalescent
- The Grown-Up
- Tanagra
- The Woman Going Blind
- In a Strange Park
- Parting
- Death Experience
- Blue Hydrangea
- Before the Summer Rain
- In the Drawing Room
- Final Evening
- Youthful Portrait of My Father
- Self-Portrait from the Year 1906
- The King
- Resurrection
- The Standard-Bearer
- The Last Count of Brederode Evades Turkish Captivity
- The Courtesan
- The Stairs of the Orangerie
- The Marble Cart
- Buddha
- Roman Fountain
- The Carousel
- Spanish Dancer
- The Tower
- The Square
- Quai du Rosaire
- Béguinage
- The Procession of the Virgin Mary
- The Island
- Tombs of the Hetaerae
- Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes
- Alcestis
- Birth of Venus
- The Bowl of Roses
- Part II Der neuen Gedichte anderer Teil / The New Poems: The Other Part
- Index of Titles and First Lines in German
- Index of Titles and First Lines in English
Oblation
from Part I - Neue Gedichte / New Poems
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 05 July 2016
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- Translator's Preface
- Acknowledgments
- Introduction
- Part I Neue Gedichte / New Poems
- Early Apollo
- Girl's Lament
- Love Song
- Eranna to Sappho
- Sappho to Eranna
- Sappho to Alcaeus
- Epitaph of a Young Girl
- Oblation
- Eastern Aubade
- Abishag
- David Sings before Saul
- Joshua's Gathering
- The Prodigal Son's Departure
- The Mount of Olives
- Pietà
- The Women's Song to the Poet
- The Death of the Poet
- Buddha
- L'Ange du Méridien
- The Cathedral
- The Portal
- The Rose Window
- The Capital
- God in the Middle Ages
- Morgue
- The Prisoner
- The Panther
- The Gazelle
- The Unicorn
- St. Sebastian
- The Donor
- The Angel
- Roman Sarcophagi
- The Swan
- Childhood
- The Poet
- The Lace
- A Woman's Fate
- The Convalescent
- The Grown-Up
- Tanagra
- The Woman Going Blind
- In a Strange Park
- Parting
- Death Experience
- Blue Hydrangea
- Before the Summer Rain
- In the Drawing Room
- Final Evening
- Youthful Portrait of My Father
- Self-Portrait from the Year 1906
- The King
- Resurrection
- The Standard-Bearer
- The Last Count of Brederode Evades Turkish Captivity
- The Courtesan
- The Stairs of the Orangerie
- The Marble Cart
- Buddha
- Roman Fountain
- The Carousel
- Spanish Dancer
- The Tower
- The Square
- Quai du Rosaire
- Béguinage
- The Procession of the Virgin Mary
- The Island
- Tombs of the Hetaerae
- Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes
- Alcestis
- Birth of Venus
- The Bowl of Roses
- Part II Der neuen Gedichte anderer Teil / The New Poems: The Other Part
- Index of Titles and First Lines in German
- Index of Titles and First Lines in English
Summary
Oh, how my body blooms — in every vein,
sweet scent — since I have known you. See? I go
more upright since, and as I walk, more lean,
while you just wait. Who are you? I must know.
See how I sense that I am moving far
away from — shedding, leaf-by-leaf — the past?
Your smile alone is left, pure star on star
above you, and above me too, at last.
And all that from my childhood years (now gone)
lies nameless still, and shines like water, I
will name for you, and on the altar stone
that catches fire from your hair, lay down,
beside those slight breasts that I wreathe it by.
Östliches Taglied
Ist dieses Bette nicht wie eine Küste,
ein Küstenstreifen nur, darauf wir liegen?
Nichts ist gewiß als deine hohen Brüste,
die mein Gefühl in Schwindeln überstiegen.
Denn diese Nacht, in der so vieles schrie,
in der sich Tiere rufen und zerreißen,
ist sie uns nicht entsetzlich fremd? Und wie:
was draußen langsam anhebt, Tag geheißen,
ist das uns denn verständlicher als sie?
Man müßte so sich ineinanderlegen
wie Blütenblätter um die Staubgefäße:
so sehr ist überall das Ungemäße
und häuft sich an und stürzt sich uns entgegen.
Doch während wir uns aneinander drücken,
um nicht zu sehen, wie es ringsum naht,
kann es aus dir, kann es aus mir sich zücken:
denn unsre Seelen leben von Verrat.
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- New Poems , pp. 17 - 18Publisher: Boydell & BrewerPrint publication year: 2015