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deutschewelle@squeet.me
sj_ashcroft1@diasp.eu

Laugharne

A view of the castle, a view out into the bay, pictures of the boathouse from the cliff path and of the interior of the writing shed.
Laugharne (pronounced "Larne") was the birthplace of the Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas. He lived in the boathouse, the small garage of which he turned into his "writing shed". It has been preserved and restored to give the impression that he has just popped out for a while.
The buildings are set into the cliff - visible on one further picture taken from a spot in the town, the boathouse being the white building with four windows at the bottom of the cliff and the writing shed the small brown structure with one window and a whitish roof above and to the left.

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francoisvillon@societas.online

Dylan Thomas - The Hand That Signed The Paper (1936)

deutscher Text: Erich Fried

The hand that signed the paper felled a city;

Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,

Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;

These five kings did a king to death.

The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder,

The finger joints are cramped with chalk;

A goose’s quill has put an end to murder

That put an end to talk.

The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever,

And famine grew, and locusts came;

Great is the hand that holds dominion over

Man by a scribbled name.

The five kings count the dead but do not soften

The crusted wound nor stroke the brow;

A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven;

Hands have no tears to flow.

Die Hand die unterschrieb

Die Hand die unterschrieb hat eine Stadt ruiniert;

Fünf herrschende Finger brachten dem Atem Not,

Haben die Toten des Erdballs verdoppelt, ein Land halbiert;

Diese fünf Könige gaben einem König den Tod.

Zu einer fallenden Schulter führt die mächtige Hand,

Ihre Fingergelenke sind krampfig von Gicht;

Ein Gänsekiel machte dem Mord ein End’,

Der hatte dem Gespräch ein End’ gemacht.

Die Hand die unterschrieb brütete Fieber,

Und Hunger wuchs, Heuschrecken kamen;

Groß ist die Hand die Herrschaft ausübt über

Menschen durch einen Krähenfuß von Namen.

Die fünf Könige zählen die Toten, doch ohne die Stirne

Zu streicheln oder die krustige Wunde zu schließen;

Eine Hand regiert Mitleid wie eine Hand die Sterne;

Hände können keine Tränen vergießen.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHfVpuE6szM
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