Wenn’s Pfingsten regnet (Paula Dehmel)

 

Prettige Pinksterdagen!

 

 
Pinksterfeest door Hans Multscher, 1437

 

 Wenn’s Pfingsten regnet

Wenn`s Pfingsten regnet Oben aus dem Fahnenhaus
Guckt das schwarze Wettermännchen raus,
Spreizt die Beine und grinst uns an;
Schäme dich, alter Wettermann!
Am Ostersonntag, vor sieben Wochen,
Hast du dem Fritze fest versprochen,
Dass zu Pfingsten, im Monat Mai,
Das allerschönste Wetter sei.
Und nun regnets, liebe Not,
Alle hellen Blüten tot,
Sie liegen da wie nasser Schnee,
Auf den Wegen steht See an See;
Ja, wenn wir schon drinnen baden könnten,
Wie die Spatzen oder die Enten!
Wir dürfen aber garnicht raus,
Sehn so mucksch wie Maulwürfe aus;
Röch nicht der Kuchen so lecker her,
Wüßt man gar nicht, dass Feiertag wär.
Nicht mal die Pfingstkleider kriegt man an;
Schäme dich, schwarzer Wettermann!

 


Paula Dehmel (31 december 1862 – 9 juli 1918)
Nikolaikirche in Berlijn. Paula Dehmel werd geboren in Berlijn

 

Zie voor de schrijvers van de 15 mei ook mijn twee vorige blogs van vandaag.

Adrienne Rich, Paul Gellings, Friedrich Rückert, Jakob van Hoddis, Juan Rulfo

De Amerikaanse dichteres Adrienne Rich werd 16 mei 1929 geboren te Baltimore. Zie ook alle tags voor Adrienne Rich op dit blog.

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Cartographies of Silence

1.
A conversation begins
with a lie. and each

speaker of the so-called common language feels
the ice-floe split, the drift apart

as if powerless, as if up against
a force of nature

A poem can being
with a lie. And be torn up.

A conversation has other laws
recharges itself with its own

false energy, Cannot be torn
up. Infiltrates our blood. Repeats itself.

Inscribes with its unreturning stylus
the isolation it denies.

2.
The classical music station
playing hour upon hour in the apartment

the picking up and picking up
and again picking up the telephone

The syllables uttering
the old script over and over

The loneliness of the liar
living in the formal network of the lie

twisting the dials to drown the terror
beneath the unsaid word

3.
The technology of silence
The rituals, etiquette

the blurring of terms
silence not absence

of words or music or even
raw sounds

Silence can be a plan
rigorously executed

the blueprint of a life

It is a presence
it has a history a form

Do not confuse it
with any kind of absence

 

 
Adrienne Rich (16 mei 1929 – 27 maart 2012)

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Olga Berggolts, Lothar Baier, Olaf J. de Landell, Rens van der Knoop, Naomi Rebekka Boekwijt

De Russische dichteres en schrijfster Olga Fyodorovna Berggolts werd geboren op 16 mei 1910 in Sint Petersburg. Zie ook alle tags voor Olga Berggolts op dit blog.

 

The Trial

And you’ll have strengths enough
To see and know again
How all that was your love
Will start to bring a pain.
Your friend – without blame –
Will come a werewolf once;
You’ll be by him defamed,
By other ones – repulsed.
They will start to seduce,
And order, “Abrogate!” –
Your heart will be reduced
From fear and regret.
And you’ll have strengths enough
To answer them again:
“From all that was my life
I never will abstain!”
And you’ll have strengths enough,
Having recalled this rake,
To all that you have loved
To cry again: “Come back!”

 

 
Olga Berggolts (16 mei 1910 – 13 november 1975)
Monument in in St Petersburg

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