Walther von der Vogelweide

Walther von der Vogelweide (c. 1170 – c. 1230) was a German Minnesinger: a lyric poet and musician who wrote in Middle High German. His most famous song is "Under der linden".

Quotes

 * Daz si da heizent minne, Deis niewan senede leit.
 * That which they call love, it is nothing except the pain of longing.
 * "Friuntlîchen lac", line 19; translation from Gale Sigal Erotic Dawn-Songs of the Middle Ages (Gainesville: University Press of Florida, 1996) p. 36.


 * Liebe machet schoene wîp: desn mac diu schoene niht getuon, sin machet niemer lieben lîp.
 * Love makes a woman beautiful – but beauty does not have such power, beauty cannot make a woman worthy of love.
 * "Herzeliebez vrowelîn", line 17; translation from Frederick Goldin German and Italian Lyrics of the Middle Ages (New York: Anchor, 1973) p. 121.


 * Jâ leider desn mac niht gesîn, daz guot und weltlich êre und gotes hulde mêre zesamene in ein herze komen.
 * But sadly, I can see no way for goods and worldly reputation and the grace of God to join together in one heart.
 * "Ich saz ûf eime steine", line 16; translation by Roon Lewald.


 * Mir ist verspert der sælden tor dâ stên ich als ein weise vor mich hilfet niht swaz ich dar an geklopfe.
 * To me, the gate of paradise is shut. I stand an orphan there, locked out; however much I knock, it's all in vain.
 * "Mir ist verspert der sælden tor", line 1; translation by Tim Chilcott.


 * Die daz rehte singen stoerent, der ist ungelîche mêre danne die ez gerne hoerent.
 * Those who drown out the good singing – there's many more of them than those who want to hear it.
 * "Owê, hovelîchez singen", line 17; translation from Frederick Goldin German and Italian Lyrics of the Middle Ages (New York: Anchor, 1973) p. 127.


 * Owê war sint verswunden alliu mîniu jâr ist mir mîn leben getroumet oder ist ez wâr.
 * Alas, where have they gone to, year on weary year? Was it all a dream then, my life's, my love's career?
 * "Owe war sint verswunden alliu mîniu jâr", line 1; translation by Graeme Dunphy.


 * Diu welt ist ûzen schoene wîz grüen unde rôt und innân swarzer varwe vinster sam der tôt.
 * The world is beautiful outside: white, green, and red; but inside it is black and dark as death.
 * "Owe war sint verswunden alliu mîniu jâr", line 37; translation from George Fenwick Jones Walther von der Vogelweide (New York: Twayne, 1968) p. 136.


 * "Sît willekomen herre wirt" dem gruoze muoz ich swîgen, "sît willekomen herre gast", sô muoz ich sprechen oder nîgen. wirt unde heim sint zwêne unschamelîche namen, gast unde herberge muoz man sich dicke schamen.
 * "Welcome, I'm master of the house" – a greeting I fall silent at. "Welcome, my guest" – I have to answer, or give a bow. Master, House – two names that have no shame attached; but Guest and Lodging – the sense of shame you feel.
 * "'Sît willekomen herre wirt' dem gruoze muoz ich swîgen", line 1; translation by Tim Chilcott.


 * Dich heizet vater maniger vil, swer mîn ze bruoder niht enwil.
 * For many call Thee Father, who Will not own me as brother too.
 * "Swer âne vorhte, hêrre got", line 4; translation by I. G. Colvin, from James Bruce Ross and Mary Martin McLaughlin (eds.) The Portable Medieval Reader (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1977) p. 194.


 * Wer kan den hêrren von dem knehte gescheiden, swâ er ir gebeine blôzez fünde, het er ir joch lebender künde?
 * And when their bones into confusion fall, Say ye, who knew the living man by sight, Which is the villein now and which the knight?
 * "Swer âne vorhte, hêrre got", line 10; translation by I. G. Colvin, from James Bruce Ross and Mary Martin McLaughlin (eds.) The Portable Medieval Reader (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1977) p. 194.


 * Under der linden an der heide, dâ unser zweier bette was, dâ mugt ir vinden schône beide gebrochen bluomen unde gras.
 * Under the lime tree On the heather, Where we had shared a place of rest, Still you may find there, Lovely together, Flowers crushed and grass down-pressed.
 * "Under der linden", line 1; translation by Raymond Oliver.


 * Swer guotes wîbes minne hât, der schamt sich aller missetât.
 * He who has a good woman's love is ashamed of every ill deed.
 * "Waz sol ein man, der niht engert", line 11; translation from Henry John Chaytor The Troubadours (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1912) p. 128.

Praise

 * He is equally great whether his theme be religion, patriotism, or love. As a political poet he is one of the greatest of all time.
 * H. G. Atkins, in Edgar Prestage (ed.) Chivalry (London: Kegan Paul, Trench, Trubner & Co., 1928) pp. 99-100.


 * He has no equal in medieval German lyric poetry and perhaps not even in European lyric poetry of the Middle Ages.
 * Ingeborg Glier, in Boris Ford (ed.) Medieval Literature: The European Inheritance (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1983) p. 184.


 * For five hundred years after Walther's death – until Goethe – no German lyric poet was his equal.
 * Frederick Goldin German and Italian Lyrics of the Middle Ages (New York: Anchor, 1973) p. 101.


 * The greatest of the Minnesinger, all of whom he surpasses both in the range and in the humanity of his poetry.
 * A. T. Hatto, in Gottfried von Strassburg (trans. A. T. Hatto) Tristan (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1975) p. 368.


 * He was known to his countrymen as the Nightingale, but his own sweet-sounding name of Bird's-meadow (Vogelweide) suggests even more directly the pure, true, flute-like strain which he poured into Europe’s choir of voices.
 * Laurie Magnus A General Sketch of European Literature in the Centuries of Romance (London: Kegan Paul, Trench, Trubner & Co., 1918) pp. 27-28.


 * The mouthpiece of the half-inarticulate, all-suggesting music that is at once the very soul and the inseparable garment of romance.
 * George Saintsbury The Flourishing of Romance and the Rise of Allegory (Edinburgh: Blackwood, 1923) p. 258.