What do you think?
Rate this book
I dödens boningar
Nelly Sachs var en judisk-tysk poet, född 1891, som bodde i Sverige från 1940 fram till sin död 1970. Hon tilldelades Nobelpriset i litteratur 1966. Här föreligger hennes första diktsamling I dödens boningar i översättning av Margaretha Holmqvist. Hon var under många år nära vän med Sachs och har översatt flera av hennes verk till svenska.
73 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1947
About the author
Nelly Sachs
93 books65��followersThe suffering of the Jewish people during World War II based work of German writer Nelly Sachs, who shared the Nobel Prize of 1966 for literature.
"For her outstanding lyrical and dramatic writing, which interprets Israel's destiny with touching strength," she shared the award with Shmuel Yosef Agnon.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nelly_S...
"For her outstanding lyrical and dramatic writing, which interprets Israel's destiny with touching strength," she shared the award with Shmuel Yosef Agnon.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nelly_S...
Ratings & Reviews
Friends & Following
Create a free account to discover what your friends think of this book!
Community Reviews
Displaying 1 - 2 of 2 reviews
Read
December 10, 2014
In a typically questionable decision by the Swedish Academy, the German Jewess Nelly Sachs (1891-1970) was obliged to share the Nobel Prize in Literature with the Israeli poet, Schmuel Yosef Agnon, in 1966.(*) This very nearly didn't happen and almost all of Sachs' poems were within a hairbreadth's margin of never being written, because in 1940 the Nazi authorities had issued orders to have her conveyed to a concentration camp. But thanks to the efforts of friends who finally interested the brother of the Swedish King in the matter, Sachs (and her mother) had been able to escape Nazi Germany with no time to spare on May 16, 1940, in one of the last passenger planes to Sweden. Sachs spent the rest of her life in Sweden writing poetry and excellent translations of modern Swedish-language poets into German.
I suppose that a good number of persons have heard all they want to hear about the Holocaust, but I assure them that if they haven't read Paul Celan's Todesfuge or Sachs' first book of poems, In den Wohnungen des Todes (In the Habitations of Death), there are still some things well worth hearing. In light of the fact that In den Wohnungen des Todes was published in the famous Aufbau-Verlag in 1946, these poems also mark a beginning of the massive struggle to perceive, comprehend and then somehow digest what the Nazis and other fascists (for it was a team effort) did to the Jews.
Though it is often enough clear to which general events Sachs is responding, these poems of pain and rage, of despair and spite, even of occasional hope can carry the enormous burden of expression of loss and outrage much more widely. What I mean to say is that poems like the following speak with the voice of every mother and child who have been murdered by men who have lost or discarded or somehow pushed their humanity into some tiny lockbox:
Ein totes Kind spricht
Die Mutter hielt mich an der Hand.
Dann hob Jemand das Abschiedsmesser:
Die Mutter löste ihre Hand aus der meinen
Damit es mich nicht träfe.
Sie aber berührte noch einmal leise meine Hüfte −
Und da blutete ihre Hand −
Von da ab schnitt mir das Abschiedsmesser
Den Bissen in der Kehle entzwei −
Es fuhr in der Morgendämmerung mit der Sonne hervor
Und begann, sich in meinen Augen zu schärfen −
In meinem Ohr schliffen sich Winde und Wasser,
Und jede Trostesstimme stach in mein Herz −
Als man mich zum Tode führte,
Fühlte ich im letzten Augenblick noch
Das Herausziehen des großen Abschiedsmessers.
( A Dead Child Speaks
Mother held me by my hand.
Then Someone raised the knife of parting:
So that it would not strike me
Mother took her hand from mine.
But she touched my hip once lightly -
And her hand bled -
Then the knife of parting
sliced the bite in my throat in two -
It rose in the dawn with the sun
And began to sharpen itself in my eyes -
Winds and water ground in my ear,
And every voice of solace pierced my heart -
As I was led to death,
I felt in the final moment
The great knife of parting being pulled out. )
The love of her life was killed by the Nazis, a love which filled all of the rest of her life, and she never was able to learn the circumstances of his death. She wrote to him and for him in many poems, and in this first collection there is an entire section called Prayers for the Dead Groom dedicated to such poems. Once again, her poems speak the pain of any who have lost a loved one. Here is the shortest one, rhymed, which I won't try to reproduce in translation.
Ich sah eine Stelle, wo ein Herd stand
Auch fand ich einen Männerhut -
O, mein Geliebter, welcher Sand
weiß um dein Blut?
Die Schwelle, die liegt ohne Tür
Sie liegt zum Beschreiten bereit -
Dein Haus, mein Geliebter, ich spür
Ist ganz von Gott verschneit.
( I saw a place, where a stove stood
And I found a man's hat -
Oh, my love, which sand
knows of your blood?
The threshold, which lies doorless
Lies ready for your step -
Your house, my love, I sense
is completely snowed in by God. )
Though the Old Testament is often present with allusions to Job and Jeremiah, Sachs does not call upon God for explanation or justice. But she seems to be sure of the latter:
Auch der Greise
Letzten Atemzug, der schon den Tod anblies
Raubtet ihr noch fort.
Die leere Luft,
Zitterend vor Erwartung, den Seufzer der Erleichterung
Zu erfüllen, mit dem diese Erde fortgestoßen wird -
Die leere Luft habt ihr beraubt!
Der Greise
Ausgetrocknetes Auge
Habt ihr noch einmal zusammengepreßt
Bis ihr das Salz der Verzweiflung gewonnen hattet −
Alles was dieser Stern
An Krümmungen der Qual besitzt,
Alles Leiden aus den dunklen Verliesen der Würmer
Sammelte sich zuhauf -
O ihr Räuber von echten Todesstunden,
Letzten Atemzügen und der Augenlider Gute Nacht
Eines sei euch gewiß:
Es sammelt der Engel ein
Was ihr fortwarft,
Aus der Greise verfrühter Mitternacht
Wird sich ein Wind der letzten Atemzüge auftun,
Der diesen losgerissenen Stern
In seines Herrn Hände jagen wird!
( Also the old woman's
Last breath, which already blew on death,
You stole away from her.
The empty air,
Quivering with anticipation to fill the
Sigh of relief with which this earth is pushed away -
You stole the empty air!
The old woman's
Dried up eye
You have pressed together
Till you squeezed out the salt of despair -
All that this globe possesses
In torment's contortions,
All the suffering from the dark dungeons of the worms
Piled itself up -
Oh you thieves of genuine hours of death,
Last breaths and the eyelids' Good Night
Let one thing be certain:
An angel collects
All that you have discarded,
Out of the old woman's premature midnight
A wind of last breaths will rise
And fling this unmoored globe
Into its Master's hands! )
Let it be so!
(*) Was it "theme year"? Was it "two for the price of one"? What the hell was it? At least this assured that most of her poetry was translated into English.
Rating
http://leopard.booklikes.com/post/106...
June 9, 2022
Separación, pérdida, dolor, muerte.
Las temáticas que caracterizan la poesía de esta autora alemana que tuvo que huir de su país debido la persecución hacia los ciudadanos que, como ella misma, eran judíos.
Si bien Nelly ya había desarrollado sus dotes poéticas a una edad muy temprana, el romanticismo lírico pronto fue substituido por la desesperanza, el abandono, la persecución y la tristeza de todo un pueblo.
El refugio que le dio Suecia le permitió ser la voz de todos aquellos que fueron silenciados, labor por la cual se le otorgó el Nobel de Literatura el 1966. Leer a Sachs es participar de una horrible experiencia colectiva que atraviesa el papel y llega directo al alma del lector.
Este compendio se divide en cuatro grandes partes que marcan las etapas de los sucesos históricos; 𝑇𝑢 𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝒉𝑢𝑚𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜, 𝐸𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒 y 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑢𝑒́𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑐𝒉𝑒.
Pero si hay algo que enmarca la poesía de Sachs es la culpa del superviviente con la que convivió y que se trasluce a través de la furia narrativa. Un sentimiento que compartió con Paul Celan, con quien se carteó durante diecisiete años, y cuyo intercambio se conserva con las 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎.
El legado de Sachs merece ser leído.
𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡, 𝑙'𝑒𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑠
𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑟.
Las temáticas que caracterizan la poesía de esta autora alemana que tuvo que huir de su país debido la persecución hacia los ciudadanos que, como ella misma, eran judíos.
Si bien Nelly ya había desarrollado sus dotes poéticas a una edad muy temprana, el romanticismo lírico pronto fue substituido por la desesperanza, el abandono, la persecución y la tristeza de todo un pueblo.
El refugio que le dio Suecia le permitió ser la voz de todos aquellos que fueron silenciados, labor por la cual se le otorgó el Nobel de Literatura el 1966. Leer a Sachs es participar de una horrible experiencia colectiva que atraviesa el papel y llega directo al alma del lector.
Este compendio se divide en cuatro grandes partes que marcan las etapas de los sucesos históricos; 𝑇𝑢 𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝒉𝑢𝑚𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜, 𝐸𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒 y 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑢𝑒́𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑐𝒉𝑒.
Pero si hay algo que enmarca la poesía de Sachs es la culpa del superviviente con la que convivió y que se trasluce a través de la furia narrativa. Un sentimiento que compartió con Paul Celan, con quien se carteó durante diecisiete años, y cuyo intercambio se conserva con las 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎.
El legado de Sachs merece ser leído.
𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡, 𝑙'𝑒𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑠
𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑟.
Displaying 1 - 2 of 2 reviews