julius dreyfsandt zu schlamm - Prosatexts in different languages
22-06-2024
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Именно в то время,
когда Земля вопрошающе воздевает руки к небу
и преисполнена терпением,
наступает пора ожидания.
Делается первый шаг
на пути более светлого часа.
Или, скорее всего, это выражается
словами надежды и плодотворной мечты.
Недолгим было напряжение
избавителей
от мрачных чувств,
свойственных человеку
в это время года.
Когда свет всё ещё уступает темноте долгой ночи
и моя душа уже жаждет перемен.
В конце концов, ритм природы -
его никакой силой не остановишь.
-
Wilbert Heisterkamp
Tolk-Vertaler Russisch
Переводчик, русский и нидерландский языки
22-06-2024 om 11:29
geschreven door juliusdzs
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po czując bez dotykania
i patrzyliśmy na niewypowiedziane
ale wszystko nas znieczuliło
zaślepieni byliśmy połączeni
22-06-2024 om 11:27
geschreven door juliusdzs
Юлиус, какво правиш?
Всички тези думи се въртят в стиховете ти.
Все още ли се чувстваш присъстващ
в земния живот?
Ах, Господи,
Какво лошо има в това да възкликнеш спонтанно
И да се радваш в изобилие?
Позволете ми да не чакам
за обречена смърт
22-06-2024 om 11:26
geschreven door juliusdzs
tylko dźwięk duszy
poruszały wszystkie nasze serca
ale kiedy światło mogło dostroić się
do tu i teraz
lód pękł po dźwiękach
wspólnego smutku
22-06-2024 om 11:25
geschreven door juliusdzs
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Mein Vater beobachtet mich
eine Mischung aus Distanz
und Nähe in seinen Augen
ich kann ihn immer noch spüren
jetzt tief in mir geweiht
Sein Körper war schwer
und seine Seele poliert von den Jahren
kannst du seinen Weg so erklären?
Die Zeit erzählt seine Geschichte
ich gebe jetzt seiner Stimme
in mir einen Klang des Dankes
um das Herz endlich zu tränken,
ja, was nun klarer Wein scheint
Süß war sein Schweigen
noch süßer waren seine Worte
groß bleibt seine Macht
Er gab mir Einsicht
-seine Weisheit leitet mich
22-06-2024 om 11:24
geschreven door juliusdzs
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through the rigidified mind
and therefore usually does not know
where he is or has been
Misses also the feeling
of a supporting earth
but do not be afraid
hisses my streamer tough and cool
i am like the average man:
an all-wasting beast
with a dwindling value
My heart and head rest ever more on stiff stilts
and by now faded to pine
but through time have the lungs,
to chase my soul away,
increasingly begged oxygen
22-06-2024 om 11:23
geschreven door juliusdzs
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There are several times in your life's journey
that often it is one or more infections of the soul
that have not been considered or mourned before
More often this is a matter of mind and nature.
and character, not to mention behaviour patterns
that are at the root of the past very far back
and forcefully asserts itself as the supreme authority.
Than in the middle of life's journey, the chain breaks.
and the feelings are stronger than the rational thoughts
it all comes out or comes together, as if in a heap
the heart seems to want to bow down
before all the suffering on earth.
It is then that one has the duty of listening to oneself
or to go in search of who you really are
what are your talents and what nourishment is waiting for me?
on earth, in yourself or under the whole dome.
I know: I am talking about one or more marathons,
that you will have to run on your own or with others
but there is survival in the earthly creation
Light will tell more about this in the future.
these experiences are enlightening, they are stimulating.
for the rest of your life
22-06-2024 om 11:21
geschreven door juliusdzs
Wenn bin ich am Anfang meines Lebens
heute Morgen nach dem Erwachen
wurde ich aus dem Nest gestoßen
ich hatte die Gabe der Vorahnung
fast augenblicklich entstand ein Gedicht
in ihm war die Zukunft eilig gewachsen
Ich schrieb. Ich schreibe noch immer,
es beginnt einem epischen Roman zu gleichen
Ich bin gut im Beschreiben der Charaktere
denn ich trage sie in meinen sehenden Augen.
der Held der Geschichte bin ich
und ich sehe mich selbst, wie ich alle möglichen Streiche spiele
Manchmal brüllend in einem dunklen Gewölbe
wo ich beinahe sterbe oder ersticke
dann liege ich wieder seufzend in einem Himmelbett
wo ich kurz, aber bestimmt meinen Teddybär abschlecke.
Im letzten Kapitel enden zwei Menschen
der eine sagt, es gibt Arbeit zu tun,
Vater, das ist sein Name
Ja, es ist meine Absicht
dass ich einen jungen Sprössling in die Welt setze
spricht die Frau, meine Mutter
es wird dunkle noch weiter zurück in der Zeit.
es ist, als schaute ich durch ein zerbrochenes Fenster
und schaue hinaus. Ich bin in Schweiß gebadet.
und plötzlich sehe ich den Schöpfer. Er ist mein Beschützer.
Hat Er meine Eltern eingeladen?
22-06-2024 om 11:20
geschreven door juliusdzs
The words are there before
the mind and emotions intrude
here a struggle is needed to learn wisdom
what kind of saliva then turns the knob?
It must be said that it has a personal control
sometimes the grain takes the lead
while the soul chooses its time
The art of balance is required
between these fields of tension;
to go back and forth with the other
The balanced listening is possible
when we honour the respect
22-06-2024 om 11:19
geschreven door juliusdzs
Nella desolazione vivente
non estraneo alla nostra esistenza
allo stesso modo, la vecchiaia cresce
su strade che non sono più
secondo i percorsi originari
Abbozzo un'immagine d'ombra
che sminuisce il quotidiano
anche qui è il tempo sconosciuto
che guarisce su una macchia che rimane
ma su cui la pioggia perde tristezza
Descrivo con frasi esterne
ciò che in grandezza è invisibile;
l'intangibile è quindi dentro,
incommensurabile perché l'altro è la mancanza
22-06-2024 om 11:18
geschreven door juliusdzs
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Wenn ich so durch die Nacht wandere
und fühle ich das Licht vor und hinter mir
Das atmet, das mich trägt
das mich klar sehen läßt
aber auch die Schwere
vor der der Mensch fast zurückweicht
Ich wünschte so sehr... ich könnte selbst schweigen.
um dich frei zu machen von der stillen Last, die dich quält
die das Herz kalt macht und die Sonne im Leid
Ich schenke dich mein Lächeln durch den Nebel
meine Seele fühlt mit dir
es knüpft die Bande wie bei den Freunden
zu einem geschützten Land wo lieben wachsen kann.
Blumen, die zur Jahreszeit gehören
pflücke ich mit dir
es wird die Zeit kommen:
wenn der Morgen erwacht
Und ich werde dich auf den Schultern tragen
damit ich den Schritt zu neuen Ufern
wagen konnte, zärtlich und in aller Ruhe
22-06-2024 om 11:17
geschreven door juliusdzs
Der Tag danach ist die Melancholie
des in der Vielfalt der Nuancen
Die Seele scheint veredelt durch die Gelegenheiten
der Worte, die jetzt im Geist
oder in einem einzigen Herzen ruhen
und mit oft geschlossenen Augen
Am nächsten Tag schreit man in die Leere
einer Wüste verblasster Herrlichkeit
Während noch etwas Schokolade im Blut schwimmt
die jetzt rein und manchmal unwillkürlich bitter schmeckt
bis die Gegenwart sich wieder mit dem Morgen verbindet
und Hoffnung auf Erwartung trifft
22-06-2024 om 11:16
geschreven door juliusdzs
When I write in this way,
i am talking about the void.
i fill it with thoughts on paper
waiting for fulfilment
In the imposed afternoon silence,
like yesterday
it feels plainly poor in the growing chill
It enters as you take in my words
you hear them in the sound that spreads.
Does it close the gap? Or do I take you deeper?
are you tempted from the present?
I say this because it comes
so from the rigidity of the moment
rich in feeling,
yet difficult to express
This poet is not always able
to realise his task
sitting behind a frosted window
This little death I never get used to
22-06-2024 om 11:14
geschreven door juliusdzs
Where is happiness when it rains outside
and the light falls like sadness beyond parting
Do of the grey air that sighs with reason
or of being carried away by the fate?
Could it be that it is just this moment that is cut off
and added to all that perishes anyway
and that you are only dwelling on the past
and the new tomorrow already feels like a timeless abandonment?
Yet I go on. I take a one-way trip
into a silent city or a charred forest
stripped of the Christianised kyrieleis
In dying to life we get rid of everything.
waiting can perhaps be soothing or can lead to insight.
one can even, slowly or suddenly, become entangled in the now.
Often then other thoughts come, slowly tearing down walls.
but for the moment it floats in unattainable thin air.
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Where happiness dwells as winter reigns.
22-06-2024 om 11:11
geschreven door juliusdzs
I spread out my hands like barriers in front of my eyes
I see little light. My fingers are like rays
restricting my vision
I and see even less from outside:
caged
Directionless thoughts roam like predators, hungry for food
inside my brain
It's as if I have no reason at all, as if I were a dark night train that can't be stopped.
This is not the way of life I have in mind
That's what I hope for on this dark day.
Yes, I know it's an escape
but I think it will be bearable for a while
22-06-2024 om 11:08
geschreven door juliusdzs
I have reached out my hand
so many times in moments of being
Each time in the dying of the day
I Your fingers will never be able to touch me
they are already snapped, beyond repair
Your soul darkened by black visions
and you no longer feel me
Everything I want to share perishes as if by anticipation
along screaming throats of despair and betrayal
Would you rather live in the sight of shadow light
I let you go anyway
22-06-2024 om 11:07
geschreven door juliusdzs
There are those moments when an old feeling separates itself from my new spring - like old sucking roots,
so sparse, so unfeeling, so cool
a misunderstood negative, how the soul was torn apart, painted in grey and black and white
Nor will this memory ever be the colour of a summer bouquet
Not even if it is carried by the highest good of indispensable people.
The recurrent sprout of sudden loneliness has nothing to wish for
The pain can only be eased if one has once again experienced how the feeling was once raped.
22-06-2024 om 11:05
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When life overtakes me through the pain of dying,
when my joy is rare
When Give way to that which is out of reach
No longer knowing what to do, I stand so alone,
my heart turns to stone
I would have so longed for others to flourish through me,
more than has been given to me
In a garden of roses glowing in the sun
But it was not to be
The end turned against me more and more
Sometimes you could say
I succumbed to death
22-06-2024 om 11:04
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My window is hidden behind the soft shades of green
of the forest and the trees
I can already feel what will come
Of I pluck the last of the fruits before nature ceases to grow visible.
And so my thoughts drift out into the field of expectation
where the parting is so normal
and the falling of the leaves is possible
and makes the landing softer.
22-06-2024 om 11:01
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near ferns in my garden, spreading and sprinkling
like the green-grey fountain in the Plaza del Piedro
I and contemplate you for a while
A dreamy being, you are
You dance the silhouette of the swaying of the palm trees
with a vulnerable smile of subdued pleasure
across the pavement of my deserted love's square a last ray of sunshine sweeps
and kisses the earth with advancing broad lips
until it has taken over the whole of the square
and I am getting lost in you, my love
with my old clarinet, out of date,
I echo in all the corners, into the dark alleys
This is how I console the bygone day
22-06-2024 om 10:59
geschreven door juliusdzs
Over mijzelf
Ik ben
, en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam
Julius V.E. Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm .
Ik ben een man en woon in
Nijnsel (Nederland) en mijn beroep is
proza dichter/poet .
Ik ben geboren op 14/07/1948 en ben nu dus
76 jaar jong.
Mijn hobby's zijn: Mijn hobby's zijn: music improvisations organ and other instruments. julius.dreyfsandt.zu.schlamm@gmail.com.
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Ik ben , en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Julius V.E. Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm.