by
Stefan George (1868 - 1933)
Wir bevölkerten die abend‑düstern
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): 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.
About the headline (FAQ)
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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We inhabited the evening‑dimmed
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
We inhabited the evening-dimmed
Arbours, lighted temple, pathway and flowerbed
Joyfully - she with smiles, I with whispering -
Now it is true that she is leaving forever.
Tall flowers pale or breach,
The glassy surface of the ponds pales and breaks
And I miss my step in the boggy grass,
Palms stab me with their pointy fingers.
The sibilant mass of friable leaves
Is whirled about erratically by unseen hands
Outside about the dull walls of Eden.
The night is clouded and sultry.
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