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He was a lot smaller than me. Und er dreht sich um. Er war viel kleiner als ich. He employed the styles of Reiner Maria Rilke and Holderlin into his poems and short stories. Ich kann doch nicht. Lauter kleine Betten sind das, dachte er, alles kleine Betten.

He has to be svhlafen somewhere. In other projects Wikimedia Commons. Some are still very young. This page was last edited on 20 Decemberat Nachts schlafen die Ratten doch. However, inhis mother Hertha Borchert and the American Stanley Tschopp gathered around two hundred poems to be published but that did not happen until when Allein mit meinem Schattten und dem Monda compiled selection of Wolfgang Borchert’s poems, was published.

Nacjts perfectly fluid in German, these cie sentences work overly haltingly in English, but artificially conjoining them destroys something important of the original’s atmosphere. And a tin box. In the writing, there is always a beautifully crafted dynamic between the portrayal of the common fate and the individual bearing of it, which I find very challenging to convey as a translator.


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Sophia Dahlin translates from the Spanish. Get fast, free shipping with Amazon Prime. It has nothing to do with the bombs. Borchert’s writings indicates that he was less concerned with the quality of his work than he was fulfilled creating poems.

Borchert was posted to the Eastern front, where he saw the full horror of the eastern conflict, witnessing the numerous casualties in battle and those sustained due to cold, starvation, and inadequate equipment.

Get to Know Us. He used to write verse on his own, and the readers sensed famous poets in his poems such as, Shakespeare, Stefan George, and Rainer Maria Rilke.

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Borchert was a heavy reader and he read the product of other poets from other countries. His nascent theatrical career was cut short, however, by his conscription into the Wehrmacht in June From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. What do you think? He really is much smaller than me. In Wolfgang’s eyes, what was left of his poems were not of high quality. And, his work was reviewed by his father, which Wolfgang considered as an endorsement.

But if you really can’t leave Borchert was born in Hamburgthe only child of teacher Fritz Borchert, who worked also for the Dada magazine “Die Rote Erde” and author Hertha Borchert, who worked for the Hamburg radio and was famous for her dialect poetry. Views Read Edit View history. Then the old man said and his weak legs shifted uneasily as he said it”You know what? His superior officer, accusing him of attempting to evade military service by self-mutilationhad him arrested and placed in isolation.


Ohlsdorf CemeteryHamburg, Germany. Wohl auf Geld, was? Er ist doch viel kleiner als ich. Wenn ich aber dennoch immer welche schreibe, die oft garnichts taugen, dann nur, um sie loszuwerden — sonst nichts. Er hatte die Augen zu. Mit einmal war das Licht weg im Keller.

Then I’ll go home with you, okay? Then, suddenly, he said, “Yes, well Stimmt, sagte der Mann, und genau soviel Kaninchen habe ich. That was caused by the distracted mind, the shaken soul, and the disordered emotions that was initiated by the war experience.

He just turned four. He sensed that someone had come and was now standing in front of him, dark and quiet. During their transportation to a prisoners of war camp, Borchert and others jumped off the lorry and escaped, and then he walked home to Hamburg a distance of around miles. I don’t like pipes.

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Der hatte ein Borchet und einen Korb in der Hand. Wir haben auch noch Bretter zu Hause. Maybe you could have picked one out for yourself.

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