The Poems of Schiller - Suppressed poems Part 1

Suppressed Poems.

by Frederich Schiller.

THE JOURNALISTS AND MINOS.

I chanced the other eve,-- But how I ne'er will tell,-- The paper to receive.

That's published down in h.e.l.l.

In general one may guess, I little care to see This free-corps of the press Got up so easily;

But suddenly my eyes A side-note chanced to meet, And fancy my surprise At reading in the sheet:--

"For twenty weary springs"

(The post from Erebus, Remark me, always brings Unpleasant news to us)--

"Through want of water, we Have well-nigh lost our breath; In great perplexity h.e.l.l came and asked for Death;

"'They can wade through the Styx, Catch crabs in Lethe's flood; Old Charon's in a fix, His boat lies in the mud,

"'The dead leap over there, The young and old as well; The boatman gets no fare, And loudly curses h.e.l.l.'

"King Minos bade his spies In all directions go; The devils needs must rise, And bring him news below.

"Hurrah! The secret's told They've caught the robber's nest; A merry feast let's hold!

Come, h.e.l.l, and join the rest!

"An author's countless band, Stalked round Cocytus' brink, Each bearing in his hand A gla.s.s for holding ink.

"And into casks they drew The water, strange to say, As boys suck sweet wine through An elder-reed in play.

"Quick! o'er them cast the net, Ere they have time to flee!

Warm welcome ye will get, So come to Sans-souci!

"Smelt by the king ere long, He sharpened up his tooth, And thus addressed the throng (Full angrily, in truth):

"'The robbers is't we see?

What trade? What land, perchance?'-- 'German news-writers we!'-- Enough to make us dance!

"'A wish I long have known To bid ye stop and dine, Ere ye by Death were mown, That brother-in-law of mine.

"'Yet now by Styx I swear, Whose flood ye would imbibe, That torments and despair Shall fill your vermin-tribe!

"'The pitcher seeks the well, Till broken 'tis one day; They who for ink would smell, The penalty must pay.

"'So seize them by their thumbs, And loosen straight my beast E'en now he licks his gums, Impatient for the feast.'--

"How quivered every limb Beneath the bull-dog's jaws Their honors baited him, And he allowed no pause.

"Convulsively they swear, Still writhe the rabble rout, Engaged with anxious care In pumping Lethe out."

Ye Christians, good and meek, This vision bear in mind; If journalists ye seek, Attempt their thumbs to find.

Defects they often hide, As folks whose hairs are gone We see with wigs supplied Probatum! I have done!

BACCHUS IN THE PILLORY.

Twirl him! twirl him! blind and dumb Deaf and dumb, Twirl the cane so troublesome!

Sprigs of fas.h.i.+on by the dozen Thou dost bring to book, good cousin.

Cousin, thou art not in clover; Many a head that's filled with smoke Thou hast twirled and well-nigh broke, Many a clever one perplexed, Many a stomach sorely vexed, Turning it completely over; Many a hat put on awry, Many a lamb chased cruelly, Made streets, houses, edges, trees, Dance around us fools with ease.

Therefore thou are not in clover, Therefore thou, like other folk, Hast thy head filled full of smoke, Therefore thou, too, art perplexed, And thy stomach's sorely vexed, For 'tis turned completely over; Therefore thou art not in clover.

Twirl him! twirl him! blind and dumb Deaf and dumb, Twirl the carle so troublesome!

Seest thou how our tongues and wits Thou hast s.h.i.+vered into bits-- Seest thou this, licentious wight?

How we're fastened to a string, Whirled around in giddy ring, Making all like night appear, Filling with strange sounds our ear?

Learn it in the stocks aright!

When our ears wild noises shook, On the sky we cast no look, Neither stock nor stone reviewed, But were punished as we stood.

Seest thou now, licentious wight?

That, to us, yon flaring sun Is the Heidelbergers' tun; Castles, mountains, trees, and towers, Seem like chopin-cups of ours.

Learn'st thou now, licentious wight?

Learn it in the stocks aright!

Twirl him! twirl him! blind and dumb, Deaf and dumb, Twirl the carle so troublesome!

Kinsman, once so full of glee, Kinsman, where's thy drollery, Where thy tricks, thou cunning one?

All thy tricks are spent and past, To the devil gone at last Like a silly fop thou'lt prate, Like a washerwoman rate.

Thou art but a simpleton.

Now thou mayest--more shame to thee-- Run away, because of me; Cupid, that young rogue, may glory Learning wisdom from thy story; Haste, thou sluggard, hence to flee As from gla.s.s is cut our wit, So, like lightning, 'twill be split; If thou won't be chased away, Let each folly also stay Seest my meaning? Think of me!

Idle one, away with thee!

SPINOSA.

A mighty oak here ruined lies, Its top was wont to kiss the skies, Why is it now o'erthrown?-- The peasants needed, so they said, Its wood wherewith to build a shed, And so they've cut it down.

TO THE FATES.

Not in the crowd of masqueraders gay, Where c.o.xcombs' wit with wondrous splendor flares, And, easier than the Indian's net the prey, The virtue of young beauties snares;--

Not at the toilet-table of the fair, Where vanity, as if before an idol, bows, And often breathes a warmer prayer Than when to heaven it pays its vows;

And not behind the curtain's cunning veil, Where the world's eye is hid by cheating night, And glowing flames the hearts a.s.sail, That seemed but chilly in the light,--