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John Keats
(1795-1821)
The Human Seasons
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness–to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
Photos: © Hans Hermans 2010
Natuurdagboek December 2010
Poem: John Keats
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George Meredith
(1828 – 1909)
Winter Heavens
Sharp is the night, but stars with frost alive
Leap off the rim of earth across the dome.
It is a night to make the heavens our home
More than the nest whereto apace we strive.
Lengths down our road each fir-tree seems a hive,
In swarms outrushing from the golden comb.
They waken waves of thoughts that burst to foam:
The living throb in me, the dead revive.
Yon mantle clothes us: there, past mortal breath,
Life glistens on the river of the death.
It folds us, flesh and dust; and have we knelt,
Or never knelt, or eyed as kine the springs
Of radiance, the radiance enrings:
And this is the soul’s haven to have felt.
Photos: Hans Hermans 2010 – Natuurdagboek November 2010
Poem: George Meredith
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Camera obscura: Zebra
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Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
(1729 – 1781)
Der Sommer
Brüder! lobt die Sommerszeit!
Ja, dich, Sommer, will ich loben!
Wer nur deine Munterkeit,
Deine bunte Pracht erhoben,
Dem ist wahrlich, dem ist nur,
Nur dein halbes Lob gelungen,
Hätt er auch, wie Brocks, gesungen,
Brocks, der Liebling der Natur.
Hör ein größer Lob von mir,
Sommer! ohne stolz zu werden.
Brennst du mich, so dank ichs dir,
Daß ich bei des Strahls Beschwerden,
Bei der durstgen Mattigkeit,
Lechzend nach dem Weine frage,
Und gekühlt den Brüdern sage:
Brüder! lobt die durstge Zeit!
L.
Gotthold Ephraim Lessing gedicht
Hans Hermans photos
Hans Hermans Natuurdagboek Juli 2010
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Johann Wilhelm Ludwig Gleim
(1719-1803)
Das Blümchen
Da steht im Gras’ ein Blümchen schön;
Sieh’s an, sieh’s an, es lässt sich sehn,
Ein blau schön Blümchen, zart und fein;
Kein Blümchen wol mag schöner seyn!
Sieh’s an, sieh’s an, es spricht mit dir:
»Schön Mädchen du, bleib doch bei mir!«
Schön Mädchen geht, das Blümchen spricht:
»Schön Mädchen, ach! vergiß mein nicht!«
Hans Hermans Natuurdagboek Juni 2010
Photos: Hans Hermans – Gedicht :Johann Wilhelm Ludwig Gleim
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
(1873-1909)
Autumn And Winter
Three months bade wane and wax the wintering moon
Between two dates of death, while men were fain
Yet of the living light that all too soon
Three months bade wane.
Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain,
Saw pass a soul sweet as the sovereign tune
That death smote silent when he smote again.
First went my friend, in life’s mid light of noon,
Who loved the lord of music: then the strain
Whence earth was kindled like as heaven in June
Three months bade wane.
A herald soul before its master’s flying
Touched by some few moons first the darkling goal
Where shades rose up to greet the shade, espying
A herald soul;
Shades of dead lords of music, who control
Men living by the might of men undying,
With strength of strains that make delight of dole.
The deep dense dust on death’s dim threshold lying
Trembled with sense of kindling sound that stole
Through darkness, and the night gave ear, descrying
A herald soul.
One went before, one after, but so fast
They seem gone hence together, from the shore
Whence we now gaze: yet ere the mightier passed
One went before;
One whose whole heart of love, being set of yore
On that high joy which music lends us, cast
Light round him forth of music’s radiant store.
Then went, while earth on winter glared aghast,
The mortal god he worshipped, through the door
Wherethrough so late, his lover to the last,
One went before.
A star had set an hour before the sun
Sank from the skies wherethrough his heart’s pulse yet
Thrills audibly: but few took heed, or none,
A star had set.
All heaven rings back, sonorous with regret,
The deep dirge of the sunset: how should one
Soft star be missed in all the concourse met?
But, O sweet single heart whose work is done,
Whose songs are silent, how should I forget
That ere the sunset’s fiery goal was won
A star had set?
Ton van Kempen photos: Autumn 5
A.C. Swinburne poetry
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William Blake
(1757-1827)
To Autumn
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stainèd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
`The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
`The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.’
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
Ton van Kempen photos: Autumn 4
W. Blake poetry
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Dante Gabriel Rossetti
(1828-1882)
Autumn Song
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems–not to suffer pain?
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
Ton van Kempen photos: Autumn 3
D.G. Rossetti poetry
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Mezen
Twintig mezenvoetjes
hippelen in ‘t groen,
zurkelende zoetjes,
zo de mezen doen.
Sprongen, rechte en kromme,
doen ze elkander na,
oppe, nere, en omme,
ga en wederga.
Elk, op elk z’n taksken,
laat z’n tonge gaan;
elk het mezenfrakske, en
‘t meezenmutsken aan.
Voor die ‘t frakske maken,
één duim, of drie kwart
kost het, van blauw laken,
met ‘n lapken zwart.
Uit die klene lapkes,
zwarter als laget,
snijen de mezen kapkes,
volgens hunne wet.
‘k Zie ze geren spelen,
‘k hoor ze geren, ‘s noens,
bobbelender kelen,
babbelen bargoens.
‘t Zit entwaar ‘en spinne,
‘t ronkt entwaar ‘en bie:
snappen doen ze ze inne
zonder "een-twee-drie."
Hoor ze vijzevazen,
altijd even stout;
reppen, roeren, razen,
weg en were, in ‘t hout!
"Mij!" zo roept er ene,
"mij die mugge!" – "Dij?"
Wederroept Marlene,
"mij, Martijne, mij!"
Twee, die wetten weten,
delen ‘t heltegoed:
eten en vergeten
mense en meze moet!
Guido Gezelle
(1830-1899)
bargoens – onverstaanbare taal
bobbelen – opgeblazen
frakske – jasje
heltegoed – gemeenschappelijk
laget – zwart barnsteen
noen – middag
vijzevazen – dwaasheden vertellen
zurkelen – schuifelen
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Hans Hermans natuurdagboek Mei 2010
Gedicht Guido Gezelle
Foto’s Hans Hermans
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(1807-1882)
Autumn
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!
Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne,
Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand
Outstretched with benedictions o’er the land,
Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!
Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended
So long beneath the heaven’s o’er-hanging eaves;
Thy steps are by the farmer’s prayers attended;
Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;
And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!
Ton van Kempen photos: Autumn 2
H. W. Longfellow poetry
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Dans les bois
Au printemps l’Oiseau naît et chante :
N’avez-vous pas ouï sa voix ? …
Elle est pure, simple et touchante,
La voix de l’Oiseau – dans les bois !
L’été, l’Oiseau cherche l’Oiselle ;
Il aime – et n’aime qu’une fois !
Qu’il est doux, paisible et fidèle,
Le nid de l’Oiseau – dans les bois !
Puis quand vient l’automne brumeuse,
Il se tait… avant les temps froids.
Hélas ! qu’elle doit être heureuse
La mort de l’Oiseau – dans les bois !
Gérard de Nerval (1808-1855)
Poésie et Souvenirs
Hans Hermans Natuurdagboek april 2010
Poetry: Gérard de Nerval
Photos: Hans Hermans
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Museum für Naturkunde Berlin
Mit über 30 Millionen Sammlungsobjekten und einem öffentlichen Museum mit 6 600 qm Ausstellungsfläche ist das Museum für Naturkunde (eingerichtet 1810) das größte deutsche Naturkundemuseum und eines der fünf größten weltweit. Die wissenschaftlichen Sammlungen umfassen mineralogische, geologische, paläontologische und zoologische Sammlungsbestände. Sie bilden die Grundlage für die Forschung, die in den verschiedenen Bereichen des Museums durchgeführt wird, und für die öffentlichen Ausstellungen. Das Museum für Naturkunde wurde zum 1. Januar 2009 aus der Humboldt-Universität zu Berlin, zu der es bisher gehörte, ausgegliedert. Es bildet nun die Stiftung des Öffentlichen Rechts „Museum für Naturkunde – Leibniz-Institut für Evolutions- und Biodiversitätsforschung an der Humboldt-Universität zu Berlin”.
Nachrichten aus Berlin – Photos Anton K.
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