Traveler’s Night Song

Über allen Gipfeln

Ist Ruh,

In allen Wipfeln

Spürest du

Kaum einen Hauch;

Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde.

Warte nur, balde

Ruhest du auch.

– Goethe


Over mountain peaks

Silence tarries;

In the tree-tops

No breath carries

To you.

Birds in the forest are still.

Wait, for you will

Soon sleep too.

Perhaps Goethe’s most famous poem. First reading it in school, I wasn’t impressed. A year or so later, I was gripped by it’s icy imagery.