Carl Michael Bellman
Carl Michael Bellman was a Swedish poet and composer. Bellman is a central figure in the Swedish song tradition and remains a very important influence in Swedish music, as well as in Scandinavian literature in general, to this day.
Life and Work
Bellman was born in Stockholm. His main works are Fredmans sånger (Fredman's songs) and Fredmans epistlar (Fredman's epistles), each including some 70 songs, many of which are about sociable drinking, or were designed and are still used for such drinking. But this aspect of his songs is not the main reason he has become such an icon in the Scandinavian song tradition. Bellman was a master of rhyme and rhythm, with a wonderful ... more »
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Carl Michael Bellman Poems
Epistle No. 36
Our Ulla lay one morning and slept, A hand beneath her ear; Her key alone the taverner kept Or through its hole might peer.
Fredman's song no. 10
Drink till after twelve or more, Live it up with madmen ! Earth is but my chamber floor And the sun my lantern.
Art And Politics
'Good servant Mollberg, what's happened to thee, Whom without coat and hatless I see? Bloody thy mouth--and thou'rt lacking a tooth!
Up, Amarylis! Darling, awaken! Through the still bracken Soft airs swell; Iris, all dightly,
Epistle No. 39
Storm and wave their tumult cease. See, the heav'nly galaxies, Fainter, even dimmer Is their golden glimmer
Drink Out Thy Glass
Drink out thy glass! See, on thy threshold, nightly, Staying his sword, stands Death, awaiting thee.
Cradle-Song For My Son Carl
Little Carl, sleep soft and sweet: Thou'lt soon enough be waking; Soon enough ill days thou'lt meet, Their bitterness partaking.
Ulla, mine Ulla, tell me, may I hand thee Reddest of strawberries in milk or wine? Or from the pond a lively fish? Command me!
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Epistle No. 36
Our Ulla lay one morning and slept,
A hand beneath her ear;
Her key alone the taverner kept
Or through its hole might peer.
Outside in the tavern, sir,
All was nocturnally quiet;
Beer was none, nor, I'll aver,
Scarce water to supply it.
He comes and goes
About her bedside, brothers;
Lifts a bit
And whispers with the others.
Snores and shivers,
O'er her head the blanket piles;
With a thunder;
Turns about and smiles.