Ale Wasserlech flissn awek-Jiddische Lied

Alle Wasser fließen hinweg

Alle Wasser fließen hinweg,
Alle Täler sind leer.
Kein Mensch auf der ganzen Welt
Kann mein Leid verstehen.

Die Jahre vergehen, die Jahre fliehen
Die Zeit vergeht wie Rauch
Und denke ich zurück an dich, mein liebster,
Verlier’ ich ganz die Mut.

Und wenn ein Mädchen liebt,
Sieht sie die Welt in schönsten Farben.
Aber kann sie ihre Liebe nicht ausleben,
Kann sie, Gott behüte, noch sterben.

Wenn die Töpfe ausgetrocknet sind,
Bleiben sie auf immer leer.
Und wenn ein Mädel nicht lieben darf,
Wird sie auf ewig verloren sein.

(From Hai und Topsy Frankl-Jiddische Lieder)

Goethe among the Italian Lemon Groves

Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühn,
Im dunkeln Laub die Gold-Orangen glühn,
Ein sanfter Wind vom blauen Himmel weht,
Die Myrte still und hoch der Lorbeer steht?
Kennst du es wohl?
Dahin! dahin
Möcht ich mit dir, o mein Geliebter, ziehn.

Kennst du das Haus? Auf Säulen ruht sein Dach.
Es glänzt der Saal, es schimmert das Gemach,
Und Marmorbilder stehn und sehn mich an:
Was hat man dir, du armes Kind, getan?
Kennst du es wohl?
Dahin! dahin
Möcht ich mit dir, o mein Beschützer, ziehn.

Kennst du den Berg und seinen Wolkensteg?
Das Maultier sucht im Nebel seinen Weg;
In Höhlen wohnt der Drachen alte Brut;
Es stürzt der Fels und über ihn die Flut!
Kennst du ihn wohl?
Dahin! dahin
Geht unser Weg! O Vater, laß uns ziehn!

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There is a very nice translation of this famous poem  here at http://poemsintranslation.blogspot.co.uk/2010/11/goethe-mignons-longi

“Was war das?” und “Dich” von Erich Fried

Was war das?

Ohne dich sein
ganz ohne dich

und langsam
zu vergessen beginnen
wie es mit dir war
ganz mit dir

und dann halb
halb mit und halb ohne

und ganz zuletzt
ganz ohne

Erich Fried

Dich
dich sein lassen
ganz dich

Sehen
dass du nur du bist
wenn du alles bist
was du bist
das Zarte
und das Wilde
das was sich losreißen
und das was sich anschmiegen will

Wer nur die Hälfte liebt
der liebt dich nicht halb
sondern gar nicht
der will dich zurechtschneiden
amputieren
verstümmeln

Dich dich sein lassen
ob das schwer oder leicht ist?
Es kommt nicht darauf an mit wieviel
Vorbedacht und Verstand
sondern mit wieviel Liebe und mit wieviel
offener Sehnsucht nach allem –
nach allem
was du ist

Nach der Wärme
und nach der Kälte
nach der Güte
und nach dem Starrsinn
nach deinem Willen
und deinem Unwillen
nach jeder deiner Gebärden
nach deiner Ungebärdigkeit
Unstetigkeit
Stetigkeit

Dann
ist dieses
dich dich sein lassen
vielleicht
gar nicht so schwer.

English notes

sich an jdn./etw. anschmiegento cling to sb./sth.

Vorbedacht=premeditated

Verstand= understood

Starsinn= headiness

to gesticulate
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gebärden

skittishness Ungebärdigkeit {f}

Stetigkeit=Continuity

 

Erich Fried – “Wollen”

Wollen

Bei dir sein wollen
Mitten aus dem was man tut
weg sein wollen
bei dir verschwunden sein

Nichts als bei dir
näher als Hand an Hand
enger als Mund an Mund
bei dir sein wollen

In dir zärtlich zu dir sein
dich küssen von außen
und dich streicheln von innen
so und so und auch anders

Und dich einatmen wollen
immer nur einatmen wollen
tiefer tiefer
und ohne Ausatmen trinken

Aber zwischendurch Abstand suchen
um dich sehen zu können
aus ein zwei Handbreit Entfernung
und dann dich weiterküssen

Erich Fried
Wanting

Wanting to be with you
in the middle of what I’m doing
wanting to be gone
lost within you

Nothing but with you
closer than hand to hand
more intimate than lips to lips
wanting to be with you

Being tender within you
kissing you from the outside
and caressing you from within
this and that way and also differently

And wanting to inhale you
nothing but inhaling
deeper deeper
and to drink without exhaling

And while doing so searching the distance
to see you
just two hands away
and then kiss you again

Translation by Günter Ehweiner

Erich Fried was born on 6 May 1921 in Vienna. He began writing early until the German Anschluss in March 1938 transformed him “from an Austrian high school pupil into a persecuted Jew.” His father was murdered by the Gestapo, and Fried fled to London, where he helped his mother and 70 other people escape.

After the war Fried became a co-worker for numerous newly founded journals, later a commentator in German-language programs at the BBC. He gave up this position in 1968 because of the Cold War posture adopted by the BBC.

He made a name for himself with various poems and his only novel (“A soldier and a girl” 1960) and also making translations (including, among other things, the translation of almost the entire works of Shakespeare) – but also his work conflicted with public opinion on political issues, which was reflected in many of his poems. It was not until the end of his life that he received the recognition he deserved in the form of awards such as the Bremen Literary Prize, the Austrian State Prize and the Georg Büchner Prize.

Erich Fried died after a long and serious illness on 22 November 1988 and was buried at the Kensal Green Cemetery in London.

Two poems about drinks!

From the interesting poem from https://saetzeundschaetze.com/2017/04/02/lili-gruen-maedchenhimmel-2014/ by the Viennese poet Lili Grün.

Elegie to a cup Mocha (extract)

“My last boyfriend was a lawyer.
I am since that time against lawyers.
Lawyers are all false, heartless and wicked,
I can not hear this word, it makes me nervous.
Therefore I want for myself another admirer
For example, an elementary school teacher. “

Elegie bei einer Tasse Mokka (Auszug)

 

 

“Mein letzter Freund war ein Jurist.
Ich bin seit dieser Zeit gegen Juristen.
Juristen sind alle falsch, herzlos und bös,
Ich kann dieses Wort gar nicht hören, es macht mich nervös.
Darum wünsch` ich mir zum nächsten Verehrer
Beispielsweise einen Volksschullehrer.“

Now for something later in the day from a Latvian Romani Poet from  http://poemsintranslation.blogspot.co.uk/2017/04/leksa-manush-to-wine-from-latvian-romani.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed:+PoemsFoundInTranslation+(Poems+Found+in+Translation)

 

To Wine
Leksa Manush
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

A cup of wine does anything you will: 
It gives a manly courage to shy men,
And to the weakest man a strength of will.
Wine knocks strong men out cold beyond their ken. 

And wine bonds strangers unknown to each other. 
They sit as friends, and each one drinks his fill.  
With song, wine calls them up to dance together. 
A good life, lived with wine, is better still.  

Sons and daughters of the sun and earth!
The grape born of the vine has given birth
To wine, to make us happy and at home. 

May vineyards never empty of the vine
And may the jug forever fill with wine
To the happiness and health of every Rom. 

Or in Latvian-

Моляке
Лекса МанушТахтай моляса, со камэс, кэрэл:
Ладжякунэскэ дэл о муршипэн,
Конэскэ зор нанэ, зоралипэн,
Кон зорало сас — мол лэс пэравэл.

Пхандэл ёй кхэтанэ бипинджярдэн,
Бэштэ, сар амала, тэ сако пьел.
Мол тэ кхэлэн гилэнца лэн кхарэл.
Бахталэдыр моляса джиипэн.

Кхамэски и пхувьяки чяёри,
Дракхэндар бияндёл ёй, молори,
Пэ бахт тэ лош дыны ёй си амэнгэ.

Мэ на чючёл дракхэнги барори!
Моляса тэ пхэрдёл дурулори
Пэ бахт тэ састыпэн сарэ ромэнгэ!

Moljáke
Leksa ManušTaxtaj moljása, so kames, kērel:
Lādžakuneske del o muršipen,
Koneske zor nane, zoralipen,
Kon zoralo sas — mol les pēravel.

Phandel joj khetane bipindžarden,
Bešte, sar amala, te sako pjel.
Mol te khelen gilenca len khārel.
Baxtaledîr moljasa džiipen.

Khameski i phuvjáki čhajōrí,
Drakhendar bijandźol joj, molōri,
Pe baxt te loš dînî joj si amenge.

Me na čučol drakhéngi bārōri!
Moljasa te pherdźol durulōri
Pe baxt te sastîpen sāre romenge!

 

Schmetterlingstraum- Chuang Tse

Chuang-tzu träumte einmal, er sei ein Schmetterling.

In glücklicher Selbstzufriedenheit gaukelte

und flatterte er umher und tat einfach das,

was ihm gefiel.

Und er wusste nicht, dass er Chuang-tzu war.

Plötzlich erwachte er aus seinem Traum und schau – da war er wieder er selbst: echt und unverkennbar Chuang-tzu.

Aber dann wurde er sehr nachdenklich. Er wusste mit einem Male nicht mehr, ob er nun Chuang-tzu war, der eben träumte ein Schmetterling zu sein oder ob er vielleicht ein Schmetterling war, der träumte, Chuang-tzu zu sein.

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Philby, Zoltan Kodaly and István Szegedi Szüts

First let us get ourselves into the right mood with some Hungarian Music –from :-Szegedi Szűcs Judit: Három sós perec

Now translated from the Hungarian version of Index against Censorship by means of the partially garbled Google translate we read of a certain man -István Szegedi Szüts being bound up somehow with the Fourth Man, Kim Philby:-

“Probably never know how mixed up next to each other Szűts Szeged and Philby because Philby one word did not remember the incident, as a later joint útjaikról not, in fact never down either by Szegedi Szűts name, just “Hungarian” referred to as hinted. Nevertheless Szűts Szegedi could play a significant and important role in his life, has recently come of age since the 1930 Easter led Philby’s first trip to Hungary. Motorcycle arrived, but that where you’ve been, shrouded, but much seems certain that Szűts Szegedi’s company reached the Low Countries and Subotica surroundings, where the Black Country is very similar conditions met, but are not industrial workers, but the manual peasants life seen with your own eyes.

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Philby same year appeared again in Budapest, this time in the company of Tim Milne, who first hired King Street apartment and a car repair shop encamped, which was for the owner than George Szűts Szeged. Philby and Milne very well felt in the capital: fried meat ate, swam the Danube, which have been removed and used at the time, watched the Blue Angels (was Marlene Dietrich’s first major success in 1930, the German sound film made Heinrich Mann’s novel, first pool by way of ), they walked along the Margaret Island and Milne’s memoir, according to Philby never once gave signs of increasing political beliefs. Szegedi Szűts not name popped up ever again; if there was a secret painter mid-thirties established in England in 1959 when the death took to the grave with him. Philby’s commitment towards the working class and communism found it a few years later confirmed in Vienna, where two Hungarian also participated actively in the consciousness of Philby spy and of becoming.”

Which is very interesting and suggests the possibility that to an unknown extent, Philby was involved with a Hungarian painter who knew the Russian spy and was possibly a contact in his activities. This was not just any painter but an artist who has been compared with Paul Nash, was an excellent woodcut printer and also a talented writer, István Szegedi Szüts. He was born in Budapest and lived for a large portion of his life in the small south Cornwall fishing village of Mullion. István Szegedi Szüts was a member of an Olympic fencing team in 1912 and a brave officer fighting the Russians in the Carpathians during the First World War. It was at this time that he was ordered to shoot any straggelers among his own men to prevent a more horrid death from persuing wolves. His fascinating prints recording his experiences in the K and K forces can be seen at http://www.bhandl.co.uk/articles/2013/03/19/viewer.aspx.

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István Szegedi Szüts, a self-portrait at the age of about 32
István Szegedi Szüts, a self-portrait at the age of about 32

Images from the First World War may be seen at Barnes, Hampton and Littlewood where they say:”Szuts first visited England in 1929 and held a solo exhibition at the Gieves Gallery, London in the same year. In 1936 he moved to Cornwall with his partner Gwynedd Jones-Parry, whom he married in 1937. The couple lived at Caunce Head near Mullin on The Lizard and remained there for the rest of their lives. Szuts exhibited with The Newlyn Society of Artists and The Penwith Society of Arts.” The link is at http://www.bhandl.co.uk/articles/2013/03/19/viewer.aspx

Wordless Book,"My War" showing a village during WW1
Wordless Book,”My War” showing a village during WW1

 

A teacher and educational philosopher he was also a friend of a friend of the composers Béla Bartók, Zoltán Kodály and György Ránki.

 

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