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Ingeborg Bachmann
Anrufung des großen Bären
Anrufung des großen Bären

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Ingeborg Bachmann
The Collected Poems
Invocation of the Great Bear
Invocation of the Great Bear

Great Bear, shaggy night, come down.
Cloud-furred one with old eyes,
starry eyes,
glimmering you break through the brush
on your pads with claws,
starry claws,
while watchful we tend the flocks,
spellbound, mistrusting
your weary flanks and sharp
half-exposed teeth,
old Bear.

Your world: a fir cone.
You: the fir cone's scales.
I nudge them, roll them
from the fir in the beginning
to the fir in the end,
sniff them, give them a lick or two,
and bat them about with my paws.

Afraid or no afraid,
pay into the basket and give
the blind man a good word
so that he keeps the Bear on a leash.
And season the lambs well.

For it just might be that this Bear
will break loose, threaten no more,
and hunt all cones, those fallen
from firs, the great, the wingEd,
those that from Paradise plunged.

transl. by Peter Filkins

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