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Ingeborg Bachmann
Gedichte 1957-1961
Mirjam
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Ingeborg Bachmann
The Collected Poems
Poems 1957-1961
Miriam
From where did you get your hair that is so raven,
as well as that name as sweet as almonds?
It's not mere youth that makes you look like morning —
your land is morning, and will be for a millennium/
Promise us Jericho, awaken the psalter's tones,
let the waters of Jordan flow from your hand;
have the murderers ambushed and turned to stone,
and, for a moment, have your second land.
Touch hearts of stone, perform a miracle's wonder,
such that by tears the stone is overrun.
Let yourself be baptized by the scalding water.
Remain an enigma, until we are also mede one.
Snow will often fall into your cradle.
There will be the sound of ice beneath the runners.
Yet when you soundly sleep the world is quelled.
The red sea will then part its very waters!
transl. by Peter Filkins
Gedichte 1957-1961
Mirjam
читать дальше
Ingeborg Bachmann
The Collected Poems
Poems 1957-1961
Miriam
From where did you get your hair that is so raven,
as well as that name as sweet as almonds?
It's not mere youth that makes you look like morning —
your land is morning, and will be for a millennium/
Promise us Jericho, awaken the psalter's tones,
let the waters of Jordan flow from your hand;
have the murderers ambushed and turned to stone,
and, for a moment, have your second land.
Touch hearts of stone, perform a miracle's wonder,
such that by tears the stone is overrun.
Let yourself be baptized by the scalding water.
Remain an enigma, until we are also mede one.
Snow will often fall into your cradle.
There will be the sound of ice beneath the runners.
Yet when you soundly sleep the world is quelled.
The red sea will then part its very waters!
transl. by Peter Filkins