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Ballad of the Outer Life
Hugo v. Hofmannsthal
Transl. by Anna Weichselbraun
And the children grow with impressible eyes,
that know of nothing, they just grow up and die,
and all people continue to go their ways.
And within bitter fruits, sweet fruits underlie
and nightly fall like dead birds onto the bare ground
and lie there only few days and then go dry.
And always the wind blows, again and around
we hear, speak and grasp a great many words
and lust and fatigue in our poor limbs abound.
And streets run through the grass, and towns keep onward
here and there, full of ponds and torches and trees
and threatening, withering, death goes homewards…
Hugo v. Hofmannsthal
Transl. by Anna Weichselbraun
And the children grow with impressible eyes,
that know of nothing, they just grow up and die,
and all people continue to go their ways.
And within bitter fruits, sweet fruits underlie
and nightly fall like dead birds onto the bare ground
and lie there only few days and then go dry.
And always the wind blows, again and around
we hear, speak and grasp a great many words
and lust and fatigue in our poor limbs abound.
And streets run through the grass, and towns keep onward
here and there, full of ponds and torches and trees
and threatening, withering, death goes homewards…