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05-24-2019, 06:33 AM
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Georg Trakl, "To the Boy, Elis"
To the Boy, Elis. Translated by Christopher Newton
Elis, when the blackbird calls in the dark forest,
this is your downfall.
Your lips drink the cool of the blue
rock spring.
Invoke, when your brow lightly bleeds,
ancient legends
and dark interpretations of bird flight.
You, though, go with soft paces in the night
that hangs full of purple grapes
and you wave arms more beautifully in blue.
A thornbush chimes
where your mooning eyes are.
O, how long Elis, are you dead?
Your body is a hyacinth
a monk dips his wax finger into.
A black cave is our silence.
Sometimes a soft beast treads out of it
and slowly sinks its heavy lids.
Black dew beads on your temples.
The last gold of fallen stars.
An Den Knaben Elis
Elis, wenn die Amsel im schwarzen Wald ruft,
Dieses ist dein Untergang.
Deine Lippen trinken die Kühle des blauen Felsenquells.
Laß, wenn deine Stirne leise blutet,
Uralte Legenden
Und dunkle Deutung des Vogelflugs.
Du aber gehst mit weichen Schritten in die Nacht,
Die voll purpurner Trauben hängt,
Und du regst die Arme schöner im Blau.
Ein Dornenbusch tönt,
Wo deine mondenen Augen sind.
O, wie lange bist, Elis, du verstorben.
Dein Leib ist eine Hyazinthe,
In die ein Mönch die wächsernen Finger taucht.
Eine schwarze Höhle ist unser Schweigen,
Daraus bisweilen ein sanftes Tier tritt
Und langsam die schweren Lider senkt.
Auf deine Schläfen tropft schwarzer Tau,
Das letzte Gold verfallener Sterne.
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05-24-2019, 06:38 AM
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I'm reading Trakl at the moment in the Doss-Schmitt bilingual edition; not bad, but I do feel it could be better. He was a leading Austrian expressionist, who published three volumes of poetry, 1908-1914, anonymously financed by Ludwig Wittgenstein. He died young of a cocaine overdose after serving in World War One. The poem here gave Doss and Schmitt their title: The Last Gold of Expired Stars.
I hear echoes of Trakl in Paul Celan.
Cheers,
John
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06-09-2019, 12:16 PM
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John,
Thanks for sharing this. Trakl is perpetually on my "To Read" list.
If the work you're reading is subpar, why not have a go at it? Trakl is in the public domain, right?
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06-09-2019, 02:35 PM
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This is definitely Trakl. He has a unique voice. I don't always like it, but it's a modern German-language voice I can tolerate reading fairly closely, along with Rilke and Morgenstern. Nobody else that I know of yet. Nobody I can stand for more than a line or a title. And I like the German language of my forebears and their current freundschaft. Speaking of bears, there's the true story about the three Pennsylvania Dutchmen who were out hunting when about noon they came to a sign at a fork in the path. Amos said to Sam (in English), "Now, what does that mean?" Martin said, "It says, 'BEAR LEFT'." Sam agreed, and added "We're too late today." So they turned around and went back home.
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06-09-2019, 06:55 PM
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Hi Andrew, hi Allen,
Andrew, the translation isn't terrible, it just says things like "I lift the eyes" or "goldenly" or "the blueness" - a bit Yellow Submarine-y in fact. Trakl writes free verse, so it's possible to stick fairly closely to syntax and vocabulary without massacring the poem. The bilingual edition I mentioned is certainly worth considering for anyone interested.
Allen, I do love Morgenstern, funny and light and sometimes thoughtful. Very German. I don't know if you've tried Brecht or Benn or George, but if not, they're worth a look. Here meanwhile is Celan's Todesfuge, which is a contender, with the Duineser Elegien and maybe the Moritat von Mackie Messer, for the most famous German poem of the last 100 years. Translation by Michael Hamburger:
Death Fugue
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
we drink and we drink it
we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair
Margarete
he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are flashing he
whistles his pack out
he whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a grave
he commands us strike up for the dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink in the morning at noon we drink you at sundown
we drink and we drink you
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writes
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair
Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith we dig a grave in the breezes there
one lies unconfined.
He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot you others sing now
and play
he grabs at the iron in his belt he waves it his eyes are blue
jab deeper you lot with your spades you others play on for the
dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noon in the morning we drink you at sundown
we drink you and we drink you
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with the serpents
He calls out more sweetly play death death is a master from
Germany
he calls out more darkly now stroke your strings then as smoke
you will rise into air
then a grave you will have in the clouds there one lies unconfined
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany
we drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink and we
drink you
death is a master from Germany his eyes are blue
he strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is true
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
he sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave in the air
he plays with the serpents and daydreams death is a master from
Germany
your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith
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06-19-2019, 05:57 PM
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What am I missing? What is it that you admire about "To the Boy, Elis," John? I see nothing particularly swoon-worthy about it, but maybe I'm just swoon-immune.
I think that first quatrain is supposed to be a tercet, BTW.
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