Texts and Translations for Dichterliebe by Heinrich Heine and Robert Schumann, Op. 48
The way Elle hurt was just so sad and present, I sometimes started to cry for no reason. This was one of the best books I've read this year, and I'd totally recommend this for everyone, because this is such a beautiful, emotional an Read This was one of the best books I've read this year, and I'd totally recommend this for everyone, because this is such a beautiful, emotional and realistic novel. The way the transition from being friends to lovers was portrayed, was written in such a believable way, I could eat right out of the authors hand.
Also, the snippet of the last book that was shown at the end of this book, was way too scant Mar 01, Luisa rated it it was amazing.
Mar 10, Sophie rated it it was amazing. Like the first part of the series, again an amazing written story of two best friends. The friendship of those two is the one a lot of girls and maybe also boys are looking for. It is clear from the beginning that there is something more than friendship between those two and as reader you hope they will notice that and get together. It is a long way, also with very difficult histories in the past which created the characters they are now.
Thanks also for that book! Apr 15, Nathi marked it as dnf Shelves: , german-read , new-adult , contemporary , german-author , cringe. Jun 22, Emelie rated it really liked it. Sadly i cant fell in love with the protagonist Elle but i loved Luke. He was the perfect mix of a gentlemen and a funny idiot. Jun 17, Immie rated it it was amazing Shelves: , ebooks. There are no discussion topics on this book yet.
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At your bright windows sang the lark vying with the nightingale. The plump lime trees were in bloom, the clear streams babbled brightly, and alas, two girlish eyes were glowing! Whenever that day comes to mind, I long to look back once more, long to stumble back again and stand in silence outside her house. How I shall find my way out does not weigh heavily on my mind. I am used to going astray: every path leads to its destination. Every stream will reach the sea; every sorrow too its grave. I only notice now how tired I am, as I lie down to rest. Walking kept my spirits up along an inhospitable road.
My feet did not ask for rest— it was too cold to stand still; my back felt no burden, the storm helped to blow me along. But my limbs will not take their ease, their wounds are burning so. You too, my heart, in struggle and storm so wild and so untamed, now in the stillness feel the serpent within rear up with its searing sting. I dreamed of bright flowers such as blossom in May; I dreamed of green meadows and the calling of birds. And when the cocks crew, my eyes opened; it was cold and dark, on the roof the ravens croaked. But on the window panes who had been painting leaves? Well may you laugh at the dreamer who saw flowers in winter.
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I dreamed of love for love, of a fair maiden, of hearts and kisses, of bliss and ecstasy. And when the cocks crew my heart opened: now all alone I sit here and ponder my dream. I close my eyes again: my heart still beats as warmly. When will you leaves at the window be green? When will I hold my darling in my arms? Like a mournful cloud passing through clear sky when through the fir tops a gentle breeze blows, so I wend my way onward with halting step through bright, happy life lonely and ungreeted.
Pity the air is so calm, pity the world is so bright! When the storms still howled I was not so miserable. Die Post. Up from the street a posthorn blows.
What is it that makes you beat so fast, my heart? The post-coach brings you no letter; then why do you throb so strangely, my heart? Ah yes, the post comes from the town where I had a best beloved, my heart! Do you just want to peep across and ask how things are going there, my heart? Der greise Kopf. Vom Abendrot zum Morgenlicht ward mancher Kopf zum Greise. There was a white coat of frost spread over my hair.
It made me think I was already old, which made me very glad. But soon it thawed away and my hair is black again. Now my youthfulness appals me: how far still to the funeral bier! Between dusk and dawn many a head has turned white. Who believes it? Mine has not this whole journey through! Meinst wohl, bald als Beute hier Meinen Leib zu fassen? A crow was with me coming out of town. Back and forth till now it has flown above my head. Crow, curious creature, will you not forsake me? Have you prey in mind here soon, when you seize my body? Well, there is not far to go for my stick and me.
Crow, let me at last behold fidelity to the grave! Letzte Hoffnung. Here and there on trees a colored leaf or so is seen. And I stand in front of the trees often, sunk in thought. I fall to the ground myself, weep at the tomb of my hopes. Im Dorfe. Dogs are barking, their chains are rattling.
People are asleep in their beds. They dream of plenty that they have not, find both good and evil to refresh them: and next morning it has all vanished. But then, they have enjoyed their share and hope was left over will still be found on their pillows.
Bark me away, you watchdogs! Let me not rest in these hours of slumber! I am done with all dreaming; why linger among those asleep? Wie hat der Sturm zerrissen des Himmels graues Kleid! Die Wolkenfetzen flattern umher im matten Streit. How the storm has torn the grey mantle of heaven!