Übersetzung von Heike May:

Kiss proof

How she stands there

How she turns here

That´ll put me on a move

She´s pretty lovely and she´s kiss proof.

 

When then she starts to laugh so bright

Just in the middle of the night

I´m feeling I should keep that groove

She´s lovely and she´s kiss proof.

 

Then she was sleeping in her way

In dreams so deep all night to stay

It strolled my mind...sometimes you pay

She wasn´t kiss proof, anyway.

 

Zwei Übersetzungen von Patrick Buckley:

Morning

I awake and You are there, mild and still the last of night,

cool of morning creeps within, windows glow with flickering light.

Meadows pour their heady scent, blackbird sings his news of joy

dogs wheel barking out of sight, say to me - my wicked boy.

 You blink reviving on your pillow, how I love your mouths  sweet play

 my dreams becoming ever gayer launch me on this coming day.

 

 Take my smiling as a promise, cherished in your grasp, my dear,

 clouds ascending to the heavens, days of winter disappear.

 Your warmth and closeness are my atlas, I find in You a saviour friend,

 mornings chorus You come singing, my sense of safety has no end.

 

 Pillows now know all our secrets, crumpled linen speaks of pleasure,

 looks directed each to other, Maytides matutinal measure.

 Children cry out from their playground, striving, vying in their play,

 kiss You once more, this time lightly, my undoubted nonpareil.

 

 

Sunrise

Behind the mountain rising gleam

the dewy grasses stiffen

a masterpiece of morning’s god

and all is just for You


Soon are the trees aglow with sun

festal fair on this bright day

serviceable expected beams

warm this body pleasurably


A breath of fresh November joy

awakes in this dawn’s glowing

dreams diminish by degrees

and death gives way to blooming.

 

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Vielen Dank.