Kann nicht reden, kann nicht schreiben, Kann nicht sagen, wie mir ist! Mir ist wohl und bang im Herzen, Kann nicht ernst sein, kann nicht scherzen,…
Adelbert von Chamisso is recorded as a German poet and botanical expert who was actually born at the end of the 18th century in France. His aristocratic family were driven out of their French chateau at the time of the Revolution. The poem that his is best known for was written in prose narrative form and called Peter Schlemihl. This was a story about a man who sold his own shadow and was written initially just as an amusement for the children of a friend but went on to achieve great popularity and was translated into many languages. Known by a variety of names he was actually born Louis Charles Adélaïde de Chamissot on the 30th January 1781. His family had occupied the Chateau Boncourt in the Champagne region of France for generations but these were turbulent times in the history of France. The Revolution was gathering pace and they fled for their lives and settled in Berlin. At the age of 17 Chamisso was accepted at court as page-in-waiting to the Queen and, two years later, joined the Prussian army. Although his family were allowed to return to their ancestral home in France, the young infantry man chose to remain in Germany and supplemented his military service with the assiduous study of natural science. Even though he had not been well educated he took to his studies with enthusiasm while, at the same time, developing skills as a poet. In 1803 Chamisso and a friend set up the Berliner Musenalmanach and he used this as a vehicle for his own poetry as well as that of others. Although the venture did not last long it was his gateway into Berlin literary society and he was then recognised as an up and coming poet. Things took a downward turn over the next few years though. Still serving in the army he was arrested in 1805 for military misconduct but was allowed to return to France where he discovered that his parents had died. On returning to Berlin two years later he was released from the army and found himself in a state of despondency with no job, no home or money. He headed south and found a place for two years at the Chateau Coppet in Switzerland which was a sort of refuge for French revolutionary refugees. He conducted some serious botanical research here and continued this research on his return to Berlin in 1812. The following year he wrote his famous poem Peter Schlemihl. Chamisso’s fortunes improved dramatically in 1815 when he was given a commission aboard a Russian ship as botanist and he enjoyed a round-the-world voyage of scientific discovery where a number of new botanical species were discovered. He followed this with an appointment in Berlin as custodian of the Botanical Gardens. He devoted all his energies to this field until the late 1820s when he once more turned his attention to literature. Collaborating with a friend he began publishing the Deutscher Musenalmanach, and, as before, many of his poems found their way into this publication. While having an enviable reputation as a pioneering botanist, Chamisso is also well regarded as a lyrical poet although a lot of his work tended to cover themes of sadness and gloom. Some though were of a much lighter, sometimes satirical nature. The first collected edition of Chamisso’s works was edited by Hitzig and published in six volumes in 1836. Here is a whimsical piece from that collection which he called The Pigtail: Adelbert Von Chamisso died on the 21st August 1838, aged 57.
Adelbert von Chamisso şiirleri
Schnell! schnell, mein Schmidt! mit des Rosses Beschlag! Derweil du zauderst, verstreicht der Tag. – „Wie dampfet dein ungeheures Pferd! Wo eilst du so hin, mein Ritter werth?“ –…
Burg Nideck ist im Elsaß der Sage wohlbekannt, die Höhe, wo vorzeiten die Burg der Riesen stand; sie selbst ist nun verfallen, die Stätte wüst und leer, du fragest nach den Riesen,…
Ich träum' als Kind mich zurücke Und schüttle mein greises Haupt; Wie sucht ihr mich heim, ihr Bilder, Die lang' ich vergessen geglaubt?…
Der Pilger, der die Höhen überstiegen, Sah jenseits schon das ausgespannte Tal In Abendglut vor seinen Füßen liegen. Auf duftges Gras, im milden Sonnenstrahl…
Mit der Myrte geschmückt und dem Brautgeschmeid, Des Wärters Tochter, die rosige Maid, Tritt ein in den Zwinger des Löwen; er liegt Der Herrin zu Füßen, vor der er sich schmiegt.…
Der erste Hohenstaufe, der König Konrad, lag Mit Heeresmacht vor Weinsberg seit manchem langen Tag. Der Welfe war geschlagen, noch wehrte sich das Nest, Die unverzagten Städter, di…
Du Ring an meinem Finger, Mein goldnes Ringelein, Ich drücke dich fromm an die Lippen, Dich fromm an das Herze mein.…
Es geht bei gedämpfter Trommel Klang; Wie weit noch die Stätte! der Weg wie lang! O wär er zur Ruh und alles vorbei! Ich glaub', es bricht mir das Herz entzwei!…
lasset uns, in dieser düstern, bangen Zeit, Wo hochanschwellend donnernd der Geschichte Strom Die starre langgehegte Eisesdecke sprengt, Das neue Leben unter Trümmern bricht hervor…
All you do for your children, For my Doll I do instead, And in her little cradle She lies beside my bed.…
There lived a sage in days of yore, And he a handsome pigtail wore; But wondered much, and sorrowed more, Because it hung behind him.…
S’war Einer, dem's zu Herzen ging, Daß ihm der Zopf so hinten hing, Er wollt es anders haben.