• Язык:
    Немецкий (Deutsch)
Источник:
  • Nicolai Gumiljov. Ausgewählte Gedichte. Oberbaum Verlag GmbH. 1988.

Sie

Она

Ich kenne eine Frau: Das Schweigen,
aus Worten bittere Müdigkeit,
ist in geheimem Funkeln eigen
den Augen, aufgetan und weit.

Ihr Herz, voll Durst, ist hingegeben
nur der Gedichte Kupferklang,
und nichts an Glück, an Erdenleben
in ihres Stolzes Taubheit drang.

Kaum hör' ich ihren Schritt, den leisen,
und seltsam fließend scheint er mir —
Nicht Schönheit kann ich an ihr preisen,
und doch ist all mein Glück in ihr.

Wenn Stolz und Kühnheit mich durchdringen
im Eigensinn, geh ich zu ihr,
und weise, süße Schmerzen bringen
ihr Müdesein, ihr Fieber mir.

Sie leuchtet, fühl' ich mich ermatten,
und hält die Blitze in der Hand.
Ihr Traum ist klar, ist wie ein Schatten
auf Paradieses Feuersand.


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  • Хорхе Бустаманте Гарсия
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  • Каталанский
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  • Польский
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  • Чешский
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