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domingo, 27 de abril de 2008

Stunde des Grams, Trakl de novo

Stunde des Grams

Schwärzlich folgt im herbstlichen Garten der Schritt
Dem glänzenden Mond,
Sinkt an frierender Mauer die gewaltige Nacht.
O, die dornige Stunde des Grams.

Silbern flackert im dämmernden Zimmer der Leuchter des Einsamen,
Hinsterbend, da jener ein Dunkles denkt
Und das steinerne Haupt über Vergängliches neigt,

Trunken von Wein und nächtigem Wohllaut.
Immer folgt das Ohr
Der sanften Klage der Amsel im Haselgebüsch.

Dunkle Rosenkranzstunde. Wer bis du
Einsame Flöte,
Stirne, frierend über finstere Zeiten geneigt.

Melancholie, Georg Trakl

Melancholie

Die blaue Seele hat sich stumm verschlossen,
Ins offne Fenster sinkt der braune Wald,
Die Stille dunkler Tiere; im Grunde mahlt
Die Mühle, am Steg ruhn Wolken hingegossen,

Die goldnen Fremdlinge. Ein Zug von Rossen
Sprengt rot ins Dorf. Der Garten braun und kalt.
Die Aster friert, am Zaun so zart gemalt
Der Sonnenblume Gold schon fast zerflossen.

Der Dirnen Stimmen; Tau ist ausgegossen
Ins harte Gras und Sterne weiß und kalt.
Im teuren Schatten sieh den Tod gemalt,
Voll Tränen jedes Antlitz und verschlossen.

segunda-feira, 24 de dezembro de 2007

Die Raben, por Georg Trakl

Georg Trakl (1887-1914), the Austrian Expressionist poet, served with the Austrian army during the first three months of the war before committing suicide on 3/4 November 1914.

Born to a middle class Protestant family in Salzburg on 3 February 1887, Trakl's mother was unhappy throughout his childhood and considered emotionally unstable. In turn, as Trakl progressed through his own childhood he began himself to withdraw from friends and family and similarly demonstrated early signs of emotional instability.

Taking to opium, chloroform and alcohol Trakl failed his school courses and was obliged to re-take a year. Meanwhile he developed a close attachment to his sister Grete, leading some critics to speculate upon a possibly incestuous relationship.

Trakl's initial attempts at poetry were uniformly unsuccessful; at this time he also wrote brief articles for a local newspaper and two one-act plays (both also unsuccessful).

Dropping out of school and deciding upon a career as a pharmacist's apprentice, Trakl's choice of profession afforded him ready access to satisfy a by now confirmed drug habit. He went on to study pharmacy in Vienna although the death of his father prior to the completion of his course caused Trakl financial hardship.

Trakl next spent a period drafted into the Austrian army before re-emerging into civilian life with clear mental problems. Unable to hold down any job he spent time at a hospital in Innsbruck where he met a number of avant-garde artists including Ludwig von Ficker, editor of the Der Brenner journal.

Ficker encouraged Trakl and regularly published his poems, which by now largely concerned themselves with decay, courage and the search for God. Subsequently choosing to live with Ficker Trakl finally achieved success with the decision of Kafka's publisher Kurt Wolff to publish a collection of Trakl's poetry in 1913.

Drafted into the Austrian army with the arrival of war in August 1914 as a Lieutenant with the Austrian Medical Corps Trakl was also the recipient of a sizeable donation from Ludwig Wittgenstein, although he never had the opportunity to use it before his death. Hospitalised for depression he regularly threatened to commit suicide.

Assigned to a hospital in Poland in November 1914 in the wake of the Battle of Grodek, Trakl found himself required to care single-handedly for some 90 men, a task which broke him emotionally. He committed suicide via a cocaine overdose on 3/4 November 1914, shortly before Wittgenstein was due to pay him a visit of encouragement.

His sister, Grete, by now also a drug addict, similarly committed suicide some three years later. (from : ww1).

Faltou mencionar que e o poeta favorito do Peter :-)

Die Raben

Über den schwarzen Winkel hasten
Am Mittag die Raben mit hartem Schrei.
Ihr Schatten streift an der Hirschkuh vorbei
Und manchmal sieht man sie mürrisch rasten.

O wie sie die braune Stille stören,
In der ein Acker sich verzückt,
Wie ein Weib, das schwere Ahnung berückt,
Und manchmal kann man sie keifen hören

Um ein Aas, das sie irgendwo wittern,
Und plötzlich richten nach Nord sie den Flug
Und schwinden wie ein Leichenzug
In Lüften, die von Wollust zittern.


The Ravens

(Translated by Jim Doss and Werner Schmitt)

Over the black corner at midday
The ravens rush with hard cry.
Their shadow streaks past the doe
And sometimes they are seen in sullen rest.

O how they disturb the brown silence
Of a field lying ecstatic with itself,
Like a woman ensnared by heavy intuition,
And sometimes one can hear their nagging

Around a carcass scented out somewhere,
And suddenly their flight bends northward
And disappears like a funeral procession
Into winds that tremble with lust.


Fonte razoavel de poemas on-line e a Werschs Webseiten für Georg Trakl.