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Fragmente 1920–1921

Я рад, что он уходит, чад угарный…

1
Ich denke oft an mein Alter,
An Weisheit und Ruhe.

2
Ich stehe schon im Garten einer andren Erde,
Zwischen blutenden Rosen und feuchtnassen Lilien,
Und es berichtet in Hexametern Vergil, wie
Die höchsten Freuden sind auf Erden.

3
Glockenklänge,
Ahornhänge,
Fledermaus und Stör.
Shakespeare und Ovid
Für den, der sie hört,
Für den, der sie sieht, –
Am Ende der Geschichte
Trauert alles um den Dichter.


Другие переводы:

  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил
    Úryvky

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