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(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

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Sonnet. Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare's Poems, Facing 'A Lover's Complaint'

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art --
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priest-like task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors --
No -- yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever -- or else swoon to death.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 23, 2010


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  • Johann Joseph Claßen (12/22/2012 6:57:00 AM)

    German translated by:

    Johann Joseph Claßen


    Stern

    Nach John Keats:
    Bright Star

    Stern! wäre ich gleich dir beständig nur –
    Nicht ruhte mehr beständig hehr aus Nacht
    Mein Blick auf einsam glänzender Natur
    Und schwände lang hin in Alleinseinspracht.

    Nicht ruhte er im Meer, des’ Priesterakt
    Rein wäscht, was küstenweit des Menschen Werk;
    Auf Schneenachtsweite nicht, wie keusch und nackt
    Sie glitzert, angeschmiegt an Moor und Berg.

    Nein – gleich beständig ruhte dauerhaft
    Der Blick auf meines Liebchens weißer Brust:
    Wie hingebettet sie sich hebt und strafft,

    Bereit auf immer der versüßten Lust,
    Nur diesem Atmensakt ganz nah devot
    Zu ruhen – oder schwinden in den Tod.

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