The Poetry of Ellin Anderson

THE SPINNER (DIE SPINNERIN)

By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

English version by Ellin Anderson

 

Where I sat and calmly spun
What a spark could kindle,
Trod a young and handsome one
Too close to my spindle.

Praised what should be praised as fair
What harm was there to dread?
Mine, a head of flaxen hair
Like my flaxen thread.

Calmer was he not, thereby
Left not, as of old.
Rent in twain, the flossy ply,
Lengths I long had told.

And the flax's measured weight
Tipped the scales once more,
But I could not brag and prate
As I did before.

When I to the weaver trudged,
I felt something start:
Good swift kicks, or so I judged,
Slugged at my poor heart.

Now, though sunstruck, I must wend
Through the heat to bring
Linen for the bleach and bend
With pains, above the spring.

That which in my little room
I calmly, finely spun
Comes how could it fail to bloom?
At last, and finds the sun.
 

2009 by Ellin Anderson. All rights reserved.
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Liberty Enlightens the People

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The Goldfinch
Three Bears
Song of the Lily
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Rose, Do You Know
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Ghost Cardinal

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Song for the Harp


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