{"id":8269,"date":"2010-11-21T07:28:52","date_gmt":"2010-11-21T11:28:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/?p=8269"},"modified":"2010-09-23T13:55:57","modified_gmt":"2010-09-23T17:55:57","slug":"poetry-sunday-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/?p=8269","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Sunday"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
Totentanz<\/b><\/td>\nDance of Death<\/b><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<\/td>\nEnglish translation by Edgar Alfred Bowring<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Der Türmer, der schaut zu Mitten der Nacht<\/td>\nThe warder looks down at the mid hour of night,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Hinab auf die Gräber in Lage;<\/td>\nOn the tombs that lie scatter’d below:<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Der Mond, der hat alles ins Helle gebracht;<\/td>\nThe moon fills the place with her silvery light,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Der Kirchhof, er liegt wie am Tage.<\/td>\nAnd the churchyard like day seems to glow.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Da regt sich ein Grab und ein anderes dann:<\/td>\nWhen see! first one grave, then another opes wide,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Sie kommen hervor, ein Weib da, ein Mann,<\/td>\nAnd women and men stepping forth are descried,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
In weißen und schleppenden Hemden.<\/td>\nIn cerements snow-white and trailing.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Das reckt nun, es will sich ergetzen sogleich,<\/td>\nIn haste for the sport soon their ankles they twitch,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Die Knöchel zur Runde, zum Kranze,<\/td>\nAnd whirl round in dances so gay;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
So arm und so jung, und so alt und so reich;<\/td>\nThe young and the old, and the poor, and the rich,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Doch hindern die Schleppen am Tanze.<\/td>\nBut the cerements stand in their way;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Und weil hier die Scham nun nicht weiter gebeut,<\/td>\nAnd as modesty cannot avail them aught here,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Sie schütteln sich alle, da liegen zerstreut<\/td>\nThey shake themselves all, and the shrouds soon appear<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Die Hemdlein über den Hügeln.<\/td>\nScatter’d over the tombs in confusion.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Nun hebt sich der Schenkel, nun wackelt das Bein,<\/td>\nNow waggles the leg, and now wriggles the thigh,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Gebärden da gibt es vertrackte;<\/td>\nAs the troop with strange gestures advance,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Dann klippert’s und klappert’s mitunter hinein,<\/td>\nAnd a rattle and clatter anon rises high,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Als schlüg’ man die Hölzlein zum Takte.<\/td>\nAs of one beating time to the dance.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Das kommt nun dem Türmer so lächerlich vor;<\/td>\nThe sight to the warder seems wondrously queer,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Da raunt ihm der Schalk, der Versucher, ins Ohr:<\/td>\nWhen the villainous Tempter speaks thus in his ear:<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Geh! hole dir einen der Laken.<\/td>\n“Seize one of the shrouds that lie yonder!”<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Getan wie gedacht! und er flüchtet sich schnell<\/td>\nQuick as thought it was done! and for safety he fled<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Nun hinter geheiligte Türen.<\/td>\nBehind the church-door with all speed;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Der Mond, und noch immer er scheinet so hell<\/td>\nThe moon still continues her clear light to shed<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Zum Tanz, den sie schauderlich führen.<\/td>\nOn the dance that they fearfully lead.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Doch endlich verlieret sich dieser und der,<\/td>\nBut the dancers at length disappear one by one,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Schleicht eins nach dem andern gekleidet einher,<\/td>\nAnd their shrouds, ere they vanish, they carefully don,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Und, husch, ist es unter dem Rasen.<\/td>\nAnd under the turf all is quiet.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Nur einer, der trippelt und stolpert zuletzt<\/td>\nBut one of them stumbles and shuffles there still,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Und tappet und grapst an den Grüften;<\/td>\nAnd gropes at the graves in despair;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Doch hat kein Geselle so schwer ihn verletzt,<\/td>\nYet ’tis by no comrade he’s treated so ill<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Er wittert das Tuch in den Lüften.<\/td>\nThe shroud he soon scents in the air.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Er rüttelt die Turmtür, sie schlägt ihn zurück,<\/td>\nSo he rattles the door—for the warder ’tis well<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Geziert und gesegnet, dem Türmer zum Glück,<\/td>\nThat ’tis bless’d, and so able the foe to repel,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Sie blinkt von metallenen Kreuzen.<\/td>\nAll cover’d with crosses in metal.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Das Hemd muß er haben, da rastet er nicht,<\/td>\nThe shroud he must have, and no rest will allow,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Da gilt auch kein langes Besinnen,<\/td>\nThere remains for reflection no time;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Den gotischen Zierat ergreift nun der Wicht<\/td>\nOn the ornaments Gothic the wight seizes now,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Und klettert von Zinne zu Zinnen.<\/td>\nAnd from point on to point hastes to climb.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Nun ist’s um den armen, den Türmer getan!<\/td>\nAlas for the warder! his doom is decreed!<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Es ruckt sich von Schnörkel zu Schnörkel hinan,<\/td>\nLike a long-legged spider, with ne’er-changing speed,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Langbeinigen Spinnen vergleichbar.<\/td>\nAdvances the dreaded pursuer.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Der Türmer erbleichet, der Türmer erbebt,<\/td>\nThe warder he quakes, and the warder turns pale,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Gern gäb er ihn wieder, den Laken.<\/td>\nThe shroud to restore fain had sought;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Da häkelt—jetzt hat er am längsten gelebt—<\/td>\nWhen the end,—now can nothing to save him avail—<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Den Zipfel ein eiserner Zacken.<\/td>\nIn a tooth formed of iron is caught.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Schon trübet der Mond sich verschwindenden Scheins,<\/td>\nWith vanishing lustre the moon’s race is run,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Die Glocke, sie donnert ein mächtiges Eins,<\/td>\nWhen the bell thunders loudly a powerful One,<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Und unten zerschellt das Gerippe.<\/td>\nAnd the skeleton fails, crush’d to atoms.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Totentanz Dance of Death Johann Wolfgang von Goethe English translation by Edgar Alfred Bowring     Der Türmer, der schaut zu Mitten der Nacht The warder looks down at the mid hour of night, Hinab auf die Gräber in Lage; On the tombs that lie scatter’d below: Der Mond, der hat alles ins Helle gebracht; […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8269","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-whatever"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8269","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8269"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8269\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8275,"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8269\/revisions\/8275"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8269"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8269"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8269"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}