The Witches Dance – Some Postcards from 1899-1901

The Witches Dance – Some Postcards from 1899-1901

April 30 is Walpurgisnacht also known as Beltane or May Eve. According to legend, witches fly to the Brocken Mountain. Here Goethe’s Faust witnessed their dance.

According to Red Witch at the below-referenced site:

“By the turn of the century a thriving tourist industry had prompted the publication of numerous witch-themed postcards. The following five cards, featuring sexy witches, date from 1899 to 1901.”



Pasted from <http://sexywitch.wordpress.com/2006/07/24/germanys-walpurgisnacht-witches/>

(plus a few others)

Witches going to their Sabbath (1878) by Luis Ricardo Falero

Witches going to their Sabbath (1878) by Luis Ricardo Falero

Painting by Luis Ricardo Falero (1851 – December 7, 1896)

Pasted from <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luis_Ricardo_Falero>

For an interesting discussion of this painting and others of a similar nature by Luis Falero, see:
http://sexywitch.wordpress.com/category/painting/page/2/ (or an archived page at https://web.archive.org/web/20140106095130/http://sexywitch.wordpress.com/category/painting/page/2/)

Goethe’s Intro to WALPURGIS-NIGHT

Goethe’s Intro to WALPURGIS-NIGHT

THE HARTZ MOUNTAINS.

FAUST & MEPHISTOPHELES:

MEPHISTOPHELES

DOST thou not wish a broomstick-steed’s assistance?
The sturdiest he-goat I would gladly see:
The way we take, our goal is yet some distance.

FAUST

So long as in my legs I feel the fresh existence.
This knotted staff suffices me.
What need to shorten so the way?
Along this labyrinth of vales to wander,
Then climb the rocky ramparts yonder,
Wherefrom the fountain flings eternal spray,
Is such delight, my steps would fain delay.
The spring-time stirs within the fragrant birches,
And even the fir-tree feels it now:
Should then our limbs escape its gentle searches?

[etc.]

Pasted from <http://www.gutenberg.org/files/14591/14591-8.txt>

Goethe’s Faust – The First Walpurgis Night….

Goethe’s Faust – The First Walpurgis Night.


THE FIRST WALPURGIS-NIGHT.

A Druid:
SWEET smiles the May!
The forest gay
From frost and ice is freed;
No snow is found,
Glad songs resound
Across the verdant mead.
Upon the height
The snow lies light,
Yet thither now we go,
There to extol our Father’s name,
Whom we for ages know.
Amid the smoke shall gleam the flame;
Thus pure the heart will grow.

The Druids:
Amid the smoke shall gleam the flame;
Extol we now our Fathers name,
Whom we for ages know!
Up, up, then, let us go!

One of the People:
Would ye, then, so rashly act?
Would ye instant death attract?
Know ye not the cruel threats
Of the victors we obey?
Round about are plac’d their nets
In the sinful heathen’s way.
Ah! upon the lofty wall
Wife and children slaughter they;
And we all
Hasten to a certain fall.

Chorus of Women:
Ay, upon the camp’s high wall
All our children lov’d they slay.
Ah, what cruel victors they!
And we all
Hasten to a certain fall.

A Druid:
Who fears to-day
His rites to pay,
Deserves his chains to wear.
The forest’s free!
This wood take we,
And straight a pile prepare!
Yet in the wood
To stay ’tis good
By day, till all is still,
With watchers all around us plac’d,
Protecting you from ill.
With courage fresh, then, let us haste
Our duties to fulfil.

Chorus of Watchers:
Ye valiant watchers, now divide
Your numbers through the forest wide,
And see that all is still,
While they their rites fulfil.

A Watcher:
Let us, in a cunning wise,
Yon dull Christian priests surprise!
With the devil of their talk
We’ll those very priests confound.
Come with prong, and come with fork,
Raise a wild and rattling sound
Through the livelong night, and prowl
All the rocky passes round.
Screech-owl, owl,
Join in chorus with our howl!

Chorus of Watchers:
Come with prong, and come with fork
Like the devil of their talk,
And with wildly rattling sound,
Prowl the desert rocks around!
Screech-owl, owl,
Join in chorus with our howl!

A Druid:
Thus far ’tis right,
That we by night
Our Father’s praises sing;
Yet when ’tis day,
To Thee we may
A heart unsullied bring.
’Tis true that now,
And often, Thou
Fav’rest the foe in fight.
As from the smoke is freed the blaze,
So let our faith burn bright!
And if they crush our olden ways,
Who e’er can crush Thy light?

A Christian Watcher:
Comrades, quick! your aid afford!
All the brood of hell’s abroad:
See how their enchanted forms
Through and through with flames are glowing!
Dragon-women, men-wolf swarms,
On in quick succession going!
Let us, let us haste to fly!
Wilder yet the sounds are growing,
And the arch-fiend roars on high;
From the ground
Hellish vapors rise around.

Chorus of Christian Watchers:
Terrible enchanted forms,
Dragon-women, men-wolf swarms!
Wilder yet the sounds are growing!
See, the arch-fiend comes, all-glowing!
From the ground
Hellish vapors rise around.

Chorus of Druids:
As from the smoke is freed the blaze,
So let our faith burn bright!
And if they crush our olden ways,
Who e’er can crush Thy light?

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Goethe’s Works, illustrated by the best German artists, 5 vols. (Philadelphia: G. Barrie, 1885). Vol. 1. Chapter: THE FIRST WALPURGIS-NIGHT.

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