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The Thousandth Regiment - 15. "The dark of night lifts, finally overwrought"

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15. Die dunkle Nacht ging hin im Überdruß

Von Wolkendrang und regenschwerem Wind.

Nun steigt der Morgen über Berg und Fluß,

Daß dünnes Rot um die Gewehre rinnt.

 

Wie Falken stößt ein Aufschrei von Signalen

Steil hoch ins Licht. Und wie der Nebel fliegt,

Schaukelt des Tal in einem Netz von Strahlen,

Das scheu und träumerisch die Toten wiegt.

 

So schmerzlich in den Wintertag gebeugt,

Du Land, zerfurcht vom Pfluge der Granaten,

Dumpfhallend, wenn der Heersturm flackernd trieb,

 

Du feindlich Land, mit meinem Blut gesäugt,

Du riefst mich jäh aus Träumerei zu Taten:

Nun hab ich dich wie meine Seele lieb!

 

                              ---

 

15. The dark of night lifts, finally overwrought

By all the driving clouds and rain-heavy winds.

Now morning climbs over mountain and river,

And that gaunt crimson pools around the big guns.

 

Like hawks, mirrored signals cry for help, thrust up

Steeply into this light. Just then the haze parts,

Swaying the valley in a lacework of rays

Which cradle the dead in dreamy reverence.

 

Bitterly twisted in death this winter day,

You, land, furrowed by the rough plow of grenades,

Rumbling dull with the past army storm's flicker,

 

You supposed alien land, weaned on my blood,

You ring me awake from daydreams to action:

You're suddenly dear to me as my own soul.

 

                              ---

 

 

 

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This is an excellent translation of this dark and sad poem. Land nursed by blood, what a depressing picture, and although it is positive, that he feels this land has become close to him as his soul, the way they became bound to eachother is cruel.

The technical side of the poem is very complex and the pictures are so refined, and you translated both perfectly, in my oppinion. Thank you for your hard work and our discussions about those poems. Muha

 

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7 hours ago, Lyssa said:

This is an excellent translation of this dark and sad poem. Land nursed by blood, what a depressing picture, and although it is positive, that he feels this land has become close to him as his soul, the way they became bound to eachother is cruel.

The technical side of the poem is very complex and the pictures are so refined, and you translated both perfectly, in my oppinion. Thank you for your hard work and our discussions about those poems. Muha

 

Thank you, Lyssa. These poems are hard to get through sometimes. I always appreciate that you try to organize your thoughts and emotions to share with us.

Thanks again for all your help and encouragement!  :hug:  

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More here about the cruel destruction of war.  That foreign soil is dear because your brothers lay out there is very touching.  A wonderful poem. 

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On 9/10/2019 at 6:24 PM, MichaelS36 said:

More here about the cruel destruction of war.  That foreign soil is dear because your brothers lay out there is very touching.  A wonderful poem. 

Thank you, Mike. This poem was a bit difficult to grasp for me, but once I did, everything seemed to fall into place

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