9/4makeup: day9pome4. Translitic!

DIE LIEBE DER STAR BY JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

Es fällt ein Stern herunter

Aus seiner funkelnden Höh’!

Das ist der Stern der Liebe,

Den ich dort fallen seh’.

Es fallen vom Apfelbaume                                            

Der Blüten und Blätter viel

Es kommen die neckenden Lüfte

Und treiben damit ihr Spiel.

Es singt der Schwan im Weiher

Und rudert auf und ab,                                             

Und immer leiser singend

Taucht er ins Flutengrab.

Es ist so still und dunkel!

Verweht ist Blatt und Blüt’,

Der Stern ist knisternd zerstoben,                                 

Verklungen das Schwanenlied.

This was the *very first* attempt at transliterating.  I had to punch a rather lot of the words into Google Translate and ask her to pronounce them for me so I could try a listen.  Sometimes I just gave up and went with something closer to the spelling.  After this first transliteration, my physical brain was in actual pain.  It's crazy messy!

Die, Libby, the star

Is fault in stern her under

Odds signer funk phone golden her

That’s east there stern there libby

Then its door fallen see

It’s fallen from apple balm

there blue ten and ladder feel

It’s coming, the neck in then loose, duh

Untried bun damnit ears peel

It’s singed there swan in wire

under dirt awful dab

un dimmer laser sing and

daughter in flute in grab

assist so still and uncle

for what is blood and blue?

the stern is niece turned there stolen

fear clung and that’s swan in lead

Four editversions later, I have this, which I will continue to revise, but here it is for now, just in time to finish the 9/4 challenge.

Deliberate Star:

It is not your fault if stern,

odd signs hang, golden and funky, calling

you to go east.  Stars will stop

in the door to think before falling into the sea.

They fall under apple trees,

leaving behind letters written in blue ink,

you’ll feel them coming, nooses on their necks

that untie when they hear your curses.

Their electricity singes swans

as they crash deep into the earth,

dimming out like neon signs,

singing, their voices like flutes.

Sit still among the trees.

Your veins are as blue as their letters

and your knees may swell from kneeling

in fear while the swans softly bleed.