Four Poetic Cloudforms by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (Translated by James M. Kopf)

Stratus

Over the water’s mirror view
a fog, a stretched canopy, fully adew,
the moon appearing, rays together,
a ghost creating ghost, another,
here we all are, here we stand now all,
alive, joyous children, o! nature’s thrall;
collected and broad, cut on the peak,
blade against blade, both astreak;
the mid-mountain, tending one together,
falling water, or into the ether.

Cumulus

If up the atmosphere we crawl,
we receive the wage we call,
there are clouds august, high, combined,
declared and built, power in mind,
and what you all fear is still to come,
to what above turns, below will succumb.

Cirrus

And yet higher above, a noble thrust!
salvation urges the sky, heavens just.
heaped as one, fluff all strewn,
a shearling, lightly hewn.
Fly finally along to your place,
under the protection of the Father, his hand and face.

Nimbus

We turn down, gravity-led
towards that which is brought to a head,
pronouncing itself as a storm, so clear,
armies clash and disappear!—
The destinal truth of the Earth!
But the image is filled with worth!
Speech dissipates when it portrays:
but the psyche mounts, and there it stays.

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