#Der Erlkönig

[lackadaisycal-art]

Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?

Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind

[thefugitivesaint]

Alfred Garth Jones (1872-1955), 'Der Erlkönig', ''The Quarto'', 1896 Source

[tinyicis]

Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn,

und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein

[neoboha]

Der Erlkönig (1887)

Julius Sergius von Klever

[lost-gentlemanv]

I hoped it could come out better but hey

[sixty-silver-wishes]

holy CRAP, this is one of the most impressive renditions of Schubert's "Der Erlkönig" I've ever seen. Like I actually got startled by this performance. The RANGE this guy has?? The ACTING??? Absolutely incredible

[aceoflights]

Just realized that most of you people don't know about "Der Erlkönig" and for some reason it's important to me that you know. It's a poem by Ghoete. And I just want people to experience it, because I really liked it as a kid.

Original German:

Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind? Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind; Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm, Er fasst ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm. Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht? – Siehst, Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht? Den Erlenköig mit Kron’ und Schweif? – Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif. – „Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir! Gar schöne Spiele spiel’ ich mit dir; Manch’ bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand, Meine Mutter hat manch gülden Gewand.“ – Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht, Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht? – Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind; In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind. – „Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehn? Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön; Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein.“ – Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort Erlkönigs Töchter am düstern Ort? – Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh’ es genau: Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau. – „Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt; Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch’ ich Gewalt.“ – Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt fasst er mich an! Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan! – Dem Vater grauset’s; er reitet geschwind, Er hält in den Armen das ächzende Kind, Erreicht den Hof mit Mühe und Not; In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.

English Translation (by me):

who rides so late through night and wind? it is the father with his child; he has the boy save in his arm, he grips him tight, he keeps him warm. My son, why do you hide your face in fear? - See you father not the erlking? The Erlking with crown and cape? - My son it is a streak of fog. - "You lovely child, come, go with me! such wonderful games I'll play with you; many colourful flowers are on the beach, my mother has many a golden cloth." - My father, my father, and do you not hear, what Erlking quietly promises me? - be calm, stay calm, my child; in arid leaves there whispers the wind. - "Do you want, fine boy, to go with me? My daughters shall wait on you beautifully; my daughters lead the nightly ball and sway and dance and sing you in." my father, my father, and see you not there Erlkings daughters in the grim scene? - my son, my son, I see it exactly: the old willows gleam so grey. - "I love you, your beautiful shape rouses me and if you're not willing, then I will use force." - my father, my father, now he touches me! Erlking has done to me harm - the fathers is dreading; he rides swiftly, he holds in his arms the groaning child, reaches the farm with great difficulty; in his arms the child was dead.

I purposefully translated it very literally. If you want a more poetic translation they're out there too.

So, if you're confused now as to what this poem is actually about, I'll explain it to you like my high school german teacher explained it to me.

The father is trying to save his sick child by bringing it to a doctor. The child has a fever and is basically sorta hallucinating/seeing death represented by the Erlking, who is trying to lure the child with all sorts of sweet things, but then in the end just violently takes him.

I honestly don't know why this poem had such an impact on me as a kid, but it really did. Probably has something to do with the last line being a punch in the face (in a good way).

[luciferspartner]

thanks to my high school music teacher I get to be haunted by “Erlkönig” every few months into adulthood and think a lot about what was going on with teenage Franz Schubert putting music to that. anyway the murder ballad ballot has me thinking about THE murder ballad. in which the elf king comes for the little boy who’s just trying to get back to the farm with his dad late at night. fucked up.

[marejadilla]

Julius Sergius of Cleves, "Erl King" Technique: Unknown

"Der Erlkönig (often called just Erlkönig) is a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. It depicts the death of a child assailed by a supernatural being, the Erlking or "Erlkönig". It was originally composed by Goethe as part of a 1782 Singspiel entitled Die Fischerin". Source & more Info: https://eleniewatson.blogspot.com/2012/11/julius-sergius-von-klever-erlkonig.html

Der Erlkönig (Edited), ca.1887 — Julius Sergius von Klever (Russian, 1850-1924)

[opera-ghosts]

Ernestine Schumann-Heink - Der Erlkönig

Music by Franz Schubert.

Poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

[tinyicis]

Der Erlkönig loves their composer

[fiddler-sticks]

Not Der Erlkönig XD

[mizusjawline]

Der Erlkönig has big Todolf energy:

"Du liebes Kind,

Komm geh mit mir,

Gar schöne Spiele,

Spiele ich mit dir"

("My dear child, come go with me, the most beautiful games, we shall play together")

[rwpohl]

the lord of the rings: the fellowship of the ring, peter jackson 2001

[sklogw]

schubert actually rules, i can't believe i used to find his music boring