Hieronymus Brinke
Hieronymus Eustachius Brinke (born September 30, 1800 in Tanndorf im Adlergebirge , † September 7, 1880 ibid) was an Austrian poet and local chronicle.
Life
Hieronymus Brinke was the fifth of eight children of the weaver Franz Josef Brinke (1759–1837) and his wife Maria Theresia Wetzel (1766–1839). In 1823 he married Marianne Hartwich, two years his senior, with whom he had seven children. In 1837 he was appointed master weaver and later elected the first mayor of his hometown. He wrote a chronicle of Tanndorf from 1816 to 1879.
After his wife died on December 13, 1853, Brinke wrote more than 100 poems. His most famous was the weaver song .
Hieronymus Brinke was buried next to his wife in the cemetery of his hometown.
Weber song
Where one sees mountains from afar in Bohemia, /
Where no vine and no noble tree does not bloom, /
Where one lives lonely, free of money, /
There is beautiful, beautiful weaving.
Where long winters, cold, snow and storms roar, /
And thunder, lightning and fog dwell in summer, /
Where Germans suffer from all sorts of things, /
There is beautiful, beautiful weaving.
Where one stands on high mountains and on steep heights, /
Soon there is a house, now there is a
little hut, / In every weaver's chair there are two to three, /
There is the beautiful, beautiful weaving mill.
Where every citizen, farmer and housekeeper is a weaver, /
drinks fresh water and eats water soup, /
still lives healthy and happy, /
there is the beautiful, beautiful weaving mill.
Where pretty girls sit behind the loom /
sweat there all week for two sixes, /
weave all kinds of cotton goods, /
there is the beautiful, beautiful weaving mill.
Where one hundred and twenty cubits is ninety-two, /
Where the goods are measured hanging without a cubit, /
Check with the microscope and scales, /
There is the beautiful, beautiful weaving mill.
Wherever you work, spool, knot day and night, /
Wherever two yards of goods are made for a 'cruiser, /
Cotton' is boiled, strengthened, and powdered, /
There is the beautiful, beautiful weaving mill.
Where you can hear a strong clatter in every house, /
The finest wheat flour smears on cotton thread, /
And black flour dumplings feast without fear, /
There is the beautiful, beautiful weaving mill.
Where very poor weavers toil honestly, /
gnawing at the hunger cloth when they are industrious and thrifty, /
finally accused of thievery, /
there is beautiful, beautiful weaving.
Where the poor weaver, if he dares something, /
Is sued by the manufacturer in court, /
And then pledged frank and free, /
There is the beautiful, beautiful weaving mill.
Where
nobody likes to leave their dear homeland / And the farewell presses hot tears from them /
Where one likes to linger and sing with them /
There is the beautiful, beautiful weaving mill.
Works
- Croocberries. A selection from the work of the Adlergebirge nature poet Hieronymus Eustachius Brinke . Prague 1936, ed. Publishing house of the German Cultural Association
| personal data | |
|---|---|
| SURNAME | Brinke, Hieronymus |
| ALTERNATIVE NAMES | Brinke, Hieronymus Eustachius (full name) |
| BRIEF DESCRIPTION | Austrian poet and local writer |
| DATE OF BIRTH | September 30, 1800 |
| PLACE OF BIRTH | Tanndorf |
| DATE OF DEATH | September 7, 1880 |
| Place of death | Tanndorf |