To The Sun Poem by Ingeborg Bachmann

To The Sun

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More beatiful than the remarkable moon and her noble light,
More beautiful than the stars, the famous medals of the night,
More beautiful than the fiery entrance a comet makes,
And called to a part far more splendid than any other planet's
Because daily your life and my life depend on it, is the sun.

Beautifu sun that rises, his work not forgotten,
And completes it, most beautifully in summer, when a day
Evaporates on the coast, and effortlessly mirrored the sails
Pass through your sight, till you tire and cut short the last.

Without the sun even art takes the veil again,
You cease to appear to me, and the sea and the sand,
Lashed by shadows, take refuge under my eyelids.

Beautiful light, that keeps us warm, preserves us, marvellously makes sure
That I see again and that I see you again!

Nothing more beautiful under the sun than to be under the sun . . .

Nothing more beautiful than to see the stick in water and the bird above,
Pondering his flight, and, below, the fishes in shoals,

Coloured, moulded, brought into the world with a mission of light,
And to see the radius, the square of a field, my landscape's thousand angles

and the dress you have put on. And yourdress, bell-shaped and blue!
Beautiful blue, in which peacocks walk and bow,

Blue of far places, the zones of joy with weathers that suit my mood,
Blue chance on the horizon! and my enchanted eyes
Dilate again and blink and burn themselves sore.

Beautiful sun, to whom dust owes great admiration yet,
Not for the moon, therefore, and not for the stars, and not
Because night shows off with comets, trying to fool me,
But for your sake, and endlessly soon, and for you above all

I shall lament the inevitable loss of my sight.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fabrizio Frosini 06 November 2015

ITALIAN TRANSLATION: Al sole Più bello della pregevole luna con la sua nobile luce, Più bello delle stelle, illustri decorazioni della notte, Molto più bello dell'infocato apparire di una cometa E a cose assai più belle di tutti gli astri designato, Poiché da lui ogni giorno la vita tua e la mia dipende, è il sole. Bel sole, che sorge e non ha dimenticata né ultimata L'opera sua, bellissimo d'estate, quando la giornata Evapora dai litorali e le vele pendule a specchio dei tuoi occhi Trascorrono, finché tu stanco ne dimezzi l'ultima. Priva di sole, riprende il velo anche l'arte: Tu non mi appari più, e il mare e la sabbia, Flagellati dalle ombre, mi fuggono sotto le palpebre. Bella luce, che dona calore e custodisce e meravigliosa Provvede a ridonarmi la vista, a ridarmi la vista di te! Cosa più bella sotto il sole non v'è che star sotto il sole... Guardare il palo nell'acqua e, sopra, l'uccello Che medita il volo, e sotto, i pesci a schiere, Variopinti, ben fatti, venuti al mondo con una missione di luce; E guardarsi intorno: il quadrato di un campo, il frastagliato profilo del mio paese, E l'abito che hai indossato. Il tuo abito, azzurro, a campana! Il bell'azzurro, dove i pavoni passeggiano facendo riverenze, Azzurro delle lontananze, delle regioni felici con i baleni propizi al mio estro, Azzurra incognita dell'orizzonte! E i miei occhi entusiasti, Di nuovo si slargano e brillano, e perdutamente riardono. Bel sole, cui la polvere deve l'ammirazione più alta, Non per ìa luna né per ie stelle, né perché la notte Vogliosa di beffarmi sfoggia comete, ma per amore Di te, all'infinito, e per null'altro al mondo, io farò Lamento su l'ineluttabile perdita dei miei occhi.

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Edward Kofi Louis 08 October 2016

The zones of joy! ! Nice work.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 08 October 2016

A meaningful and thought provoking life song with it's ups and downs. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Mahtab Bangalee 04 March 2020

Beautiful light, that keeps us warm, preserves us, marvelously makes sure That I see again and that I see you again! ..........///// the sun is the savior of the outside as well as inside light// marvelous poem penned

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Dr Antony Theodore 26 November 2019

Without the sun even art takes the veil again, You cease to appear to me, and the sea and the sand, Lashed by shadows, take refuge under my eyelids very fine poem. tony

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Anil Kumar Panda 09 March 2018

A beautiful poem on nature. The poet's love for the sun is immense as it serves the earth more ways than stars and the moon. Beautiful light, that keeps us warm, preserves us, marvellously makes sure That I see again and that I see you again! Nothing more beautiful under the sun than to be under the sun... Nothing more beautiful than to see the stick in water and the bird above, Pondering his flight, and, below, the fishes in shoals, '.. is beautiful. Loved it.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 08 October 2016

Beautiful light, that keeps us warm, preserves us, marvellously makes sure That I see again and that I see you again! Nothing more beautiful under the sun than to be under the sun...excellent presentation. A beautiful poem on sun. Congratulation dear Ingeborg for the poem of the day.

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Rajnish Manga 08 October 2016

The poet reflects the poet's love for nature and the wonderful way about how he relates to sun. I feel so glad to read the poem about our sun, which sustains life on earth. Thanks. Nothing more beautiful under the sun than to be under the sun... ...brought into the world with a mission of light,

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