And my soul stretched its wings out wide...

Mondnacht

 

Es war, als hätt’ der Himmel

Die Erde still geküßt,

Daß sie im Blütenschimmer

Von ihm nun träumen müßt'.

Die Luft ging durch die Felder,

Die Ähren wogten sacht,

Es rauschten leis die Wälder,

So sternklar war die Nacht.

Und meine Seele spannte

Weit ihre Flügel aus,

Flog durch die stillen Lande,

Als flöge sie nach Haus*

 

[The night of the moon

 

It was as though the sky

had silently kissed the earth,

so that it now had to dream of sky

in shimmers of flowers.

 

The air went through the fields,

the corn-ears leaned heavy down

the woods swished softly—

so clear with stars was the night

 

And my soul stretched

its wings out wide,

flew through the silent lands

as though it were flying home]

 

*Joseph von Eichendorff

 

This is in dedication to my Grandmother... it's one of her

favourite poems. She is 93 years old and in the process

of leaving this earth.

Done