Искусствоед
Ingeborg Bachmann
Gedichte 1962-1963
Enigma
Ingeborg Bachmann
The Collected Poems
Poems 1962-1963
Enigma
So we might die, still together,
that part of us will no longer be remembered
being what no one can take away. Art,
a dirty business
with words, will be paid its honorarium.
Once I lay at the edge of the forest
and held a pair of scribbled pages
as pure and absolute, and they were that as well.
I feel the same again when I
wee what they engage in with words.
For the love of God, that means for the meadow
and ants and swarms of gnats, to tolerate them
absolutely.
The small bites have not bothered me at all.
transl. by Peter Filkins
Gedichte 1962-1963
Enigma
Ingeborg Bachmann
The Collected Poems
Poems 1962-1963
Enigma
So we might die, still together,
that part of us will no longer be remembered
being what no one can take away. Art,
a dirty business
with words, will be paid its honorarium.
Once I lay at the edge of the forest
and held a pair of scribbled pages
as pure and absolute, and they were that as well.
I feel the same again when I
wee what they engage in with words.
For the love of God, that means for the meadow
and ants and swarms of gnats, to tolerate them
absolutely.
The small bites have not bothered me at all.
transl. by Peter Filkins