Tuesday, 14 November 2017

HCA's 'Klokkedybet' in English translation

The Bell-Deep

‘Ding-dong! ding-dong!’ chime the bells from the Bell-Deep in Odense River. – What river is that? – Every child in the city of Odense knows the answer, it runs along the bottom of the gardens, from the weir to the water mill, flowing under the wooden bridges. In the river grow yellow water-lilies, feathery brown rushes and the black, velvety reed mace, so tall and so big; old, split willows, swayed and swirled, hang far out in the water on the Munkemose bank and at the bleacher’s meadow, but right opposite are garden after garden, each one different from the one before, now with lovely flowers and bowers, smooth and neat, like small doll-houses, now only filled with cabbages or where there is no garden in sight, for the large elders spread out and hang way out over the flowing water which here and there is deeper than one can reach with an oar. Opposite the conventual, a foundation for unmarried or widowed noble women, lies the deepest spot, which is known as the Bell-Deep, and there the River-Man lives; he sleeps during the daytime, when the sun shines through the water, but comes out on starry nights when there is moonlight. He is exceedingly old; grandmother has heard about him from her grandmother, she says he lives a lonely life, has no one to talk to except the great old church bell. It once used to hang in the church tower, well, no there is not a trace of either tower or church – the one that was called St. Alban’s.
‘Ding-dong! ding-dong!’ the bell rang out when the tower was still standing, and one evening, as the sun was setting and the bell was swinging most strongly, it broke off and flew through the air, its shiny brass gleaming glowingly in the red rays.
‘Ding-dong! ding-dong! It’s bedtime ere long!’ the bell sang and flew out into Odense River at the point where it was deepest, and that is why the spot is now called the Bell-Deep; but it got neither sleep nor rest there! down with the River Man it peals and chimes, so that at times it can be heard up through the water, and many people say that this means: someone is soon going to die, but it is not for that reason, no, it peals and relates for the River Man, who is now no longer alone.
And what does the bell relate? It is so old, so old people say, it existed long before grandmother’s grandmother was born, though she has merely the age of a child when compared with the River Man, who is a strange individual with eel-skin trousers and a scale-fish jacket with yellow lily-buttons on it, reeds in his hair and duck-food in his beard – which is hardly a pretty sight.
It would take days and years to repeat what the bell relates; it relates repeatedly, the same thing over and over again, sometimes briefly, sometimes at length, just as it fancies; it tells of ancient times, of hard, dark times.
‘At St. Alban’s Church, up there in the tower where the bell once hung, a monk used to come, he was both young and handsome, though more thoughtful than anyone else; through the hatch he used to gaze out over Odense River when its river bed was wide and the bog was a lake, he used to look out across it and the green embankment, Nuns’ Hill on the far side where the abbey lay, where light shone from the nun’s cell – he had known her well. and he recalled this and his heart beat faster whenever he did so – ‘ding-dong! ding-dong!’
Yes, that is what the bell relates.
‘Up into the tower came the bishop’s foolish assistant, and when I, the bell, who have been cast in brass, hard and heavy, swinged and swung, I could have crushed his skull; he sat close under me and played with two sticks, just as if he was playing on a stringed instrument, and all the while he sang: “Now I dare sing out loud what otherwise I daren’t even whisper, sing about everything that is kept behind lock and key! that is cold and wet! The rats devour them alive! Nobody knows about it! Nobody hears about it! not even now, for the bell chimes so loudly its ding-dong! ding-ding!”’
‘There was once a king, they called him Knud, he bowed to both bishop and monk, but when he got oppressed the people of Vendsyssel with his heavy taxes and hard words, they seized their weapons and poles and chased him as it he were their quarry; he took refuge in the church, locked all the doors; the great horde of people were outside, I heard all about it: both the magpies and crows, even the jackdaws, were scared by their shouting and screaming; they flew into the tower and out again, they looked down at the host of people below, they also looked in through the church windows and screeched about what they could see as loudly as they could. King Knud lay in front of the altar praying, his brothers, Erik and Benedikt, stood on guard with their swords drawn, but the king’s servant, the false Blake, betrayed his master; they knew outside where he could be hit, and one of them flung a stone through the window, and the king lay dead! – there were screeches and shouts from the wild mob and the flock of birds, and I shouted too, I sang and I rang: ding-dong! ding-dong!’
‘The church bell hangs high, sees far and wide, is visited by the birds and understands their language, the wind seeps in to it through wickets and sound-holes, through every nook and cranny, and the wind knows everything, it has it from the air, and the air surrounds everything that is alive, it passes down into people’s lungs, knows everything that gains sound, every word and every sigh -!  the air knows it, the wind relates it, the church bell understands their tongue and rings it out to the whole world, ding-dong! ding-dong!’
‘But it all became too much for me to hear and know, I couldn’t manage to ring it all out! I grew so tired, I became so heavy that the beam split and out I flew into the shining air, down to where the river is deepest, where the River Man lives, all alone on his own, and there, year in and year out, I tell of what I have heard and what I know: ding-dong! ding-dong!’
That is what comes from the Bell-Deep in Odense River, grandmother has related.
But our schoolmaster has said: ‘There is no bell that rings down there, because it can’t do so! – and there is no River Man down there, because no River Man exists!’ and when all the church bells ring out so gaily, he says that it is not actually the bells but the air that is ringing, it is the air that produces sound – grandmother also said that the bell have said that – so they agree about that and that is for sure! ‘Be watchful, be watchful, keep a close watch on yourself!’ both of them say.
The air knows everything! it is around us, it is inside us, it tells of our thoughts and our deeds, and it does so longer than the bell down in the Bell-Deep of Odense River, where the River Man lives, it lets it ring out in the deep vault of the sky, so long, so far, eternally and always, until the bells of heaven ring out: ‘ding-dong! ding-dong!’


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