June 29, 2020

The soul of mankind

Is like water:

From Heaven coming,

To Heaven rising,

Again descending –

As it must – Earthward,

Ever circling.

It streams from high on

The steep rock wall,

A clear, pure stream;

Then lovingly dusts

In swelling cloud-waves

Against smooth rock;

And striking lightl...

April 20, 2020

Immortal Aphrodite, throned in splendor!
Wile-weaving daughter of Zeus, enchantress, and beguiler!
I implore you, dread mistress, discipline me no longer
with love's anguish!

But come to me once again in kindness,
heeding my prayers as you did before;
O, come Divine O...

December 14, 2019

Full-blossoming moon! Here in thy light
Like flowing gold the ocean gleams;
As limpid as day, yet dimly bewitched,
Reposing across the expanse of the strand;
And in the bright blue, starless heavens
Hover the clouds of white,
Like colossal god-tableaus
Of luminous marb...

November 25, 2019

On the seashores of endless worlds, earth's children converge.
The infinite sky is motionless, the restless waters boisterous.
On the seashores of endless worlds earth's children gather to dance with joyous cries and pirouettes.
They build sand castles and play with ho...

August 20, 2019

My sleep grows ever more gentle,

Only my sorrow, like a veil,

Trembles over me.

I hear you often in my dreams,

Standing at my door, calling me –

But no one answers, it seems.

I wake up and weep bitterly.

 

Death begins to rear his pale head;

You’ll kiss again when I'm long dead...

July 15, 2019

So cover up thy heaven, Zeus,
With cloudy mist!
And like a boy, who chops
The heads from thistles,
Go blast the oaks and mountaintops!
Yet thou must permit me
To keep my world,
And my rude dwelling,
That thou didst not build,
And my warm hearth,
Whose cheerful glow
Fil...

Only he who truly longs
Knows what grips me!
Alone, the love that belongs
With me has been set free.
I look to the cloudy throngs
Across the deep blue sea:

But ah! the sweet one who yearns
Remains far from me.
It dizzies me and burns
My innards daily.
Only he who trul...

April 1, 2019

Three words hears man of the highest import

Which fly from the mouth of the greatest;

Their sound is lost, the meaning ears abort;

They never console our ailing breast.

The sweetest fruit will forever be lost

So long as we in the mere shadows trust.

As long as he believes th...

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