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February 20, 2020

How brightly nature

Shines this morning!

See the glowing sun!

Hear the fields sing!

Fragrant buds burst forth
From each green frond!
A thousand bushes
Resound with song!

And joy and wonder
Streams from each breast.
Oh Earth! Oh bright Sun!
My heart won't rest!

Loveliest of l...

February 17, 2020

I know the day comes when my eyes close,
when my sight fails,
when life takes its leave in silence
and the last curtain veils my vision.
Yet the stars will still watch by night;
the sun will still rise like before;
the hours will still heave like sea waves
casting up p...

January 18, 2020

Holy night, descending softly,

Descending, too, are our dreams,

Like moonlight through a darkened room,

Through the depths of a man`s breast.

He listens with elation;

When Night starts to fade, he cries:

Come back, holy night,

Return, sweetest dreams, return!

Translation © Dav...

December 14, 2019

Full-blossoming moon! Here in thy light
Like flowing gold the ocean gleams;
As limpid as day, yet dimly bewitched,
Reposing across the expanse of the strand;
And in the bright blue, starless heavens
Hover the clouds of white,
Like colossal god-tableaus
Of luminous marb...

December 7, 2019

Fall rain, fall upon this old world,

And wake deep inside me the dreams

That I dreamt when I was a child,

When rain would wet the golden sand.

When the sultry summer breezes

Frolicked through the evening coolness

And the morning’s dewy leaves thawed,

When the crops shone a da...

November 25, 2019

On the seashores of endless worlds, earth's children converge.
The infinite sky is motionless, the restless waters boisterous.
On the seashores of endless worlds earth's children gather to dance with joyous cries and pirouettes.
They build sand castles and play with ho...

August 20, 2019

My sleep grows ever more gentle,

Only my sorrow, like a veil,

Trembles over me.

I hear you often in my dreams,

Standing at my door, calling me –

But no one answers, it seems.

I wake up and weep bitterly.

 

Death begins to rear his pale head;

You’ll kiss again when I'm long dead...

April 8, 2019

Schubert set one of the 28 stanza's of Schiller's poem to music. We present an original translation along with the original German. Stay tuned for the complete translation.

Oh beautiful world, where art thou flown?

Oh face of nature’s purest bloom, return!
Now only in th...

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