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Festivals were commemorative angebliche Kampf der Geschlechter: celebrations. Festivals temporarily suspended Das Eleusinion in Athen. Das Heiligtum der Demeter 1. Das Demeterheiligtum in 2. Bilder griechischer Feste I. Organisation of festivals and contests. Bilder von Festen. Preparation, decoration, and 1. Gymnische Agone. Musische Agone. Socio-political dimensions of Greek 1. Magna Graecia: Theater festivals and contests. Historical development and dynamic 2.

Dionysosfeste in Athen und 2. Architektur des Festes. Architektur des sportlichen Agons. Theater und Vorformen. Das griechische Heiligtum als Kulisse: 2. Dionysosfeste in Athen. Agonal bedingte kommemorative 2. Panhellenische Feste und Agone Thyiaden. Das Persephonefest in Lokroi. Fest und Spiele in der griechischen 7. The festival of Andania. Demostheneia at Oinoanda. Envoi A.

Festliche Poetik der griechischen Literatur. Greek festivals and contests: 1. Un- des Fests. Epos und Fest. Fest, Agon und Homer. Lyrik und Fest. Alkman, Fest und Agon.

Choreia und Feste. Epiphanes in 3. Pindars thebanisches Daphne im Herbst v. Siegeslieder, Feste und 98—; Casadio, G. Storia del culto di 3. Studi sulla danza armata Dionysien Pindar fr. Das attische Drama. The Boiotian Festival of the 4. Studies in Honour of H. Tradition and Innovation in the Cult Foundation of 4. Spiel und Satyrspiel. Festlichkeit nach der medialen Wende ranean. Feste bei Theokrit. Feste im griechischen Roman. Exemplary discussion of a selection iotis 10 ; id.

Witschel, C. Pausanias et la religion grecque ; Prandi, L. Women E. The For- ; Deubner; Dillon, M. The du Dionysisme ; Kavoulaki, A. A Sourcebook ; Weir, R. Initiatory Trans- Feiern und Erinnern. Studien 1 —; Migeotte, L. A festival was celebrated in commemora- their function communication with gods, heroes, tion of events of the mythical, legendary, or his- or mortals of an elevated status.

For instance the torical past. This distinction between plained the circumstances that had led to the es- festivals and irregular celebrations is primarily a tablishment of the festival or celebration and its modern hereustic tool that allows us to recognise peculiar rituals. The Greeks ready made by the ancient Greeks. Also the accounts of the eller, the reception of foreign envoys or a ruler treasurers of Athena in Athens B. In this sur- sion in Daphne and so on2. Contests or through a mountain saddle called Harma3.

Inauguration Wissen, Ethik 19 — Siphnos, B. Ilion 35 Ilion, c. Pritchett, W. Banquet: Slater, W. Procession in Daphne: Bunge. Inauguration of Context ; see also IV. Nilsson, Feste 31; Chaniotis 8. Wedding: Wagner, B. Die 3. Contributors of First Fruits Robertson, N. On ancient symposia: Bravo; see also IV. Philochoros: FGrH Habron: FGrH Faraone, C. IG II2 , l. Their general features are summarized sep- 1. Festivals were connected with the arately I. Of course celebrations and terms express essential features of festivals: that rituals that we can label as secular did exist e.

On the contrary, celebrations for heroes, designate a celebration Seeing the Gods 41—72; Scullion, S. IMagn , l. IG XII 7, 22, l. ICret II v. For commemorative rites, often in connec- II On the cult of the heroes see Graf, NK —; 3, , l. Ancestors; Larson, J. Parker, Polytheism — Gender and Immortality. Heroines in Ancient Greek Myth and Ilion 2, l.

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SEG 47, Termessos, 2nd cent. On the Buraselis, K. When the Hellenistic Similar models were later adopted for the celebra- ruler cult was established by Greek poleis, the fes- tion of festivals for the Roman emperors29, in 1; Parker, R. SEG 50, , l. LSS 64, with the comments of Ekroth 1, Wege zu einer mythisch-rituellen Poetik bei den Griechen cultura europea — Euagoras 1 agons Rice; Wiemer 1. IG II2 See also Rudhardt, Notions SEG 43, ; 44, On the ruler cult see Habicht festivals and contests: 67— Wittenburg, A.

See Laum I 68— Lo Monaco — On the organisation of imperial cult Untersuchung zur politischen und Local and Regional Perspectives — Festivals were communal activities bly and laws of the polis — known under the mis- leading label leges sacrae35 — determined the organ- Festivals were established and performed by a isation of the festival; usually, public funds were community: a polis, a federal state, an amphikty- made available I. Which festi- cially in the Hellenistic period, e. A well documented though the Greeks did not have festive calendars case is the festival and contest of Apollon Aktios such as those attested in the Roman world see at Aktion, which was originally a festival of the ThesCRA VII 3 Festivals and contests, rom.

Under Roman rituals that had to be performed every year. Parker, R. Jost, Arcadie —; cf. Burkert, HN 84— SEG 44, Daidala: see below 5. Basileia: Turner, L. Exam- Antiqua VI — Testi e commenti For references heiligtum von Aktion in hellenistischer Zeit. Lambert, S. Koina Asias: I. Iasos 43—70; id. SEG 41, II, l. Lykia: SEG 54, Lupu, E. A Collection of New Such agonistic festivals are known primarily through lists Documents 65—71; cf. Graf, NK — Erythrai. Tresp, A.

Usually, attendance — especially partici- sanctuary of Zeus Olympios in Olympia, the Ne- pation in the agonistic part of such festivals — was mea in the sanctuary of Zeus Nemeos in Nemea, open to citizens beyond the borders of the federal the Pythia, in the sanctuary of Apollo Pythios in state or ethnos.

Such groups can be best designat- Delphi, and the Isthmia, in the sanctuary of Po- ed as amphiktyoniai, although this name is usually seidon near the Isthmus of Corinth cf. They reserved to the Pylaian or Delphic amphiktyony. Of course, these organisation of the festivals Pythia from the ear- were not the only festivals which attracted ly sixth century B. Such fes- the Panionion of Mykale Most likely, the com- tivals and contests include inter alia the Ptolemaia munities, which originally partook of the cult of in Alexandria, the Soteria in Delphi, and the Zeus in Olympia, formed an amphiktyony, which Leukophryena in Magnesia on the Maeander.

Some Such festivals of the demes are best known in festivals, which were celebrated separately in indi- Athens thanks to the abundant epigraphic materi- vidual poleis, may have been festivals of ethnic al48, but they are widely attested in the Greek groups originally, as we may infer from their world. Until the Hel- or a wedding, etc. Nachtergael, G. Wozu lohnt Delphes. Apatouria: Salviat, F.

Hermary, A. Kalaureia: Mylonopoulos —; see II. See also V. Festival of Athena Ilias: I. Ilion 1— Festival at Hyakinthia. On the problems connected with this term see ; Diod. Taita, J. Un bilancio Moretti — no. Scritti in Humphreys —; Parker, Polytheism 50— Siewert, Rice; Thompson, D. See also n. Birthdays: Schmidt, W. On super-regional festivals see also 5— Commemorative rites for the dead: see note Ulf, C. Birth: see note 2.

Wedding: see note 2. But ebrated by the Italian residents of Delos in the late already in the Archaic period communities of faith second century B. To traditional, local ship of Bendis by the Thracian residents of Athens mystery cults Eleusis, Andania, Lerna, Kyme, and was recognized as a public festival in the late etc. These cults had their own cel- Demotionidai: Hedrick, C. Andania: see V. Samothrace: Cole, Theoi celebrations see Hedrick, C. Labyadai: LSS 77; thrace.

The Epigraphical Evidence Glotz 8 39— Scarpi, P. Demeter: Sfameni Gasparro, G. Durvye, C. Casadio 1, 9— For newly attested mysteries Deubner 35—36; Parker, Polytheism — Hasenohr, C. Mysteries were also part of the Komyria and the Heraia in Celebrations of cult associations; e. Testimonia et fragmenta.

On cult associations the Afterlife. The Orphic Gold Tablets For a bibliography see Metzger, B. Egyptian mysteries: Witt, R. Montepaone, C. The Nile into Tiber. Egypt in the Roman World Mithras: Politics of Athenian Religion —; cf. Clauss, M. The God and his The cult of the snake god Glykon Neos don and so on.

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The names of these months reveal Asklepios founded by Alexander of Abonou Tei- which were the most important heortai of the chos in the mid-second century A. Many of these early festivals lost their im- portance in the course of time, so that sometimes 1. Festivals were celebrated periodically we do not even know on which day of the month on a fixed day or days they were celebrated. One-time celebrations, e. In Boedromion eight days were dedicated mortals rites of passage, weddings, funerals, etc. In are not festivals. The cal- on the 9th. The Athenian place. Metageitnion was the month of the Metageit- ed for three days in this month, but we do not The Cult of Anatolian Cybele Pagan Monotheism in the Ro- Perpillou-Thomas — See Bricault, L.

Mikalson 1. Rhodes, Samos. The relevant inscriptions usually give the See the table in Deubner; cf. For the festivals of these months see Parke, Festi- The of a king or a member of the royal family, the cel- concentration of so many festivals in this time of ebration usually took place on his or her birthday; the year cannot be coincidental. For example, during the of joy and anxiety, a period of more intensive reign of Ptolemy III — B.

Most of the festivals in these to the throne on 25th Dios B. In Magnesia on the Maeander, the se- distressful beginning to a joyful end e. From nected e. To distinguish between agonistic events and market-days I. Daidala; see V. Because of the increase in the number sixth, etc. On the Proerosia see also Robert- Thesmophoria: V. Hyakinthia: V. Anthesteria: son, N. IMagn 98; Nilsson, Feste 25— Enneateric: e. Graf, NK IG XI 2, , l. LSS 36, l. ICos ED , l. Sac- Monthly celebrations for kings: Habicht n.

The Panamaria, near Stratonikeia, Bernand, E. SEG 37, A festival had a name communities into a single community in Athens For example, award of the privilege of asylia to this city The l. This served as the aition of the Pyanopsia Proerosia: Parker, Polytheism Kladeuteria: Nils- IPerge and IPerge Hekatombaia: Parker, Polytheism Plynteria: Par- present day, the Athenians celebrate the festival Synoikia ker, Polytheism — Pyanopsia: see I.

Heroxeinia: LSS Katagogia: LSAM Alexandreia: Ferrandini Troisi, F. For other aitia see e. Moukieia for Q. Festivals were connected with distinct in B. Festivals usually in- to Pergamon after a successful embassy Since important historical events some- tests and a market I. Nat- that was ritually carried around or carried in a urally, the already existing rituals were adopted procession.

During the Athenian Thargelia chil- for the celebration of the historical anniversary This branch was then hung on the door, The procession at the Oschophoria was led by two where it remained for the rest of the year. The Athenian Crete to kill the Minotaur I. On commemorative anniversaries see Chaniotis 1; IG XII 9, Jaccottet, A. Wiemer 2. Persian Wars: Chaniotis 1. Priene: IPriene 11, l. Liberation of Eretria: see n. For festivals in commemoration of Chaniotis 1, — Examples: aiora: see 9 Samos, 5 B. A race of armoured men in honour of n. Nike in Epidauros late 3rd cent.

Chaniotis 1, Deubner —; Parke, Festivals 77—80; Simon, On attacks during festivals see 4. Festivals 89—92; Parker, Polytheism — It is not ly in the context of mystery cults and their cele- clear what the exact function of the hereditary brations Orgiastic celebrations, often by women, rarely describe many peculiar rituals which char- are a recurring feature of Dionysiac and exclusive acterised only a single festival.

Dur- usual manner. The Plataiai V. The winner of the race pulled by deer; the Eleutheria at Plataiai included at the Oschophoria drank a mixture of oil, wine, Deubner 9—17; Parke, Festivals —; Simon, Parker, Polytheism Furley, Fire — on Strab. Nilsson, Feste Pleket, H. SEG 29, ; Veyne, P. A few examples: E. Budin, S. Dionysiac celebrations: E. Villanueva-Puig, M. See also the C.

Rites in the cult Parker, Polytheism — with examples. Bremmer, J. Nilsson, Feste — At the Thesmophoria in Thebes cymbals in Aigina was that for eleven days banquets were were struck to imitate the noise made by Deme- held in private houses, with the participants ter while she was searching for Kore V. In eating in silence and excluding foreigners and Argos men and women exchanged clothes during slaves For B.

Festivals temporarily suspended songs were sung during the carrying of the eire- elements of ordinary life sione I. Also acclama- certain characteristics of everyday life A special dance called and its activities. Pentaploa: Parker, Polytheism — Kykeon: Delatte, A. IG VII , l. On dances in ritual contexts poulos Ancient Greek Dance. Three Preliminary Studies Hymns. La —; Shapiro, A. Le plateau de Tabai et ses environs —; — SEG 37, —; Busin, A. Pratiques et Chaniotis For the increased interest bration of the wedding of Zeus and Hera in Knossos ; see in hymnody in the Imperial period see Chaniotis 13, 22— On the concept of hieros gamos see Av- Rutherford, I.

Dunand 1, with n. During the commemorative celebration for prosecution was allowed Apatouria, the festi- the war dead of the battle at Plataia, the archon val of All the Gods, Maimakteria, Posidea, An- exchanged the white garment which he wore on thesteria, Soteria, Dionysia, Diasia, Great ordinary days, with a purple robe and only on this Herakleia, Choreia, Dyodekatheia, Alexandreia, occasion he was allowed to come into contact with Pythaia, Thesmophoria, Great Asklepieia, Deme- an iron weapon A regulation concerning the trieia, Heroxeinia, Dioskuria, Great Komaia, sale of the priesthood of Dionysos in Priene gave Badromia; the rest of the list is not preserved.

During the procession on tions. As we do not know which and Plut. The extra-ordinary how many other festivals were excluded from the sad, chthonic character of some celebrations was list of festivals during which legal actions were stressed precisely by the fact that the wearing of not permitted, we cannot determine the criteria wreaths was not allowed see V.

We can only sus- mophoria and the Hyakinthia. At the Thesmophoria, for Macedonian kings , and traditional piety to- married women temporarily returned to the state wards the gods. Ritual transvestism is quite wide- which very often marked the distinction between spread in the context of transition rites Blech, Kranz Antiocheia and Laodikeia, Teos, c. Examples in Wilhelm, A. Salviat, F. For Athens, see Mikalson 1. LSAM Further examples in Chaniotis 8, cent. A festival was an occa- thighs burning on the altar.

In accordance with the as impure individuals and inappropriate emo- principle of reciprocity, which characterizes most tions, had to be removed. Thargelia; I. According to a decree of Magne- death, had to postpone her lament as soon as she sia on the Maeander, after a bull was selected listened to this ritual cry During the festival, the god was perceived as The functions of a festival in a more narrow arriving and being present.

A god had to be communication between a cult community and a invited in order to come to the celebration. The god. These included signals that could tively participated in the festival, and the names of be seen, such as bright clothes, crowns, beautiful ritual objects. Let us take for instance the Athenian animals with gilded horns, and decorated altars, Thargelia, a festival which in its early form was Kavoulaki 2. For reciprocity in connection with Dickie, M. Zur —; Bierl 1, — Kneppe, A. IMagn 98 early 2nd cent. Jameson, M. EpigrEv 35—57; Bruit, L. Chaniotis, A.

Koine und Konfrontatio- B 3—4, 23— IMagn 98; Nilsson, Feste 23— That Zosimos of Priene invited all the IV. The owners of the houses gave gifts changes the rise of stars, the length of the day, to the children in order to guarantee the blessing changes in vegetation and with seasonal activities of the eiresione, in accordance with the principle of ploughing, harvesting, collecting the grapes, reciprocity cf. As already mentioned, its the beginning of a new year.

Deubner —; Parke, Festivals —; Simon, For the possibility that the procession of the molpoi Festivals 76—77; Parker, Polytheism — SEG 21, , l. See Hodot, R. Ein neuer Kommentar der sog. Satzung ; see Chaniotis, A. Bevilacqua, G. IPriene , l. Some examples: IG II2 , l. Powerful he is, and he atonement, commemoration of a victory, com- should have good fortune. Now, will you open memoration of the dead, etc. Look, a munity, initiates ; oral performances hymns, woman is coming for your boy. Mules are pulling prayers, acclamations.

Depending on such param- her wagon to your house. We have come, as in every of festivals: festivals related to the agricultural year; we have come like the swallow; we are year; family festivals; commemorative rites for the standing in front of your door. For this reason, the development sive and exclusive festivals e. In the historical periods for which we non-citizens, slaves, representatives of a gender, have reliable sources the form in which a festival non-Greeks, etc.

However, festivals were rarely was celebrated was the result of a very long devel- monosemantic. Contests: definition, terminology, had in archaic times is an ahistorical approach, and general characteristics which gives priority to origins over developments, to early periods over late periods, and, unavoid- Athletic, dramatic, and musical contests ably, to inference over evidence.

Burkert, GrRel Engl. Chaniotis 12, — This festival took place on Not every festival included a contest dowed by individuals It has been esti- the Hellenistic period onwards the contest became mated that by the second century A. Just like the festivals, the contests in peror Hadrian intervened in A.

Sometimes the designation of is an anachronistic generalisation, one can observe the contests was a paraphrase — e.

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General overview: Rudhardt, Notions — Funeral contests: see n. Contests in the gym- 31— Contests during royal weddings: e. Jones, C. Laum I 93— OGIS ; I. SEG 53, IMagn 16, l. According to the Parian Mellor, R. Soteria and Moukieia for Q. Mucius Scaevola Valerius Flaccus Tralleis, early 1st cent. See Rigsby n. IPerge 77 Perge, early 2nd cent. Chaniotis 2, —; Vial; Musti, D. Leschhorn, W. This designation means that the In addition to the agonistic programme the cities which recognized a festival as such reward- competitions , contests included religious rituals, ed their citizens who won a victory with the same political and social events, and cultural perform- material awards and privileges as those reserved for ances epideictic orations, victory songs, etc.

Li- the Pythia, the Olympia, etc. The most prominent tors in Pergamon, beauty contests in Lesbos The competi- For these terms see e. Discussions: Chaniotis 10, 54— Ilion 1, l. Parker Panathenaia of Ilion, late 4th cent. Chaniotis 10, 56— For eiselasis see SEG For these disciplines see the lists of victors in 41, II, l. Ebert n. IOropos — On Greek contests see the many Plin. Nero For money prizes to contributions of L.

A Sourcebook with Translations ; ISide II and Golden, M. ISide II Reed, N. The Military Nature of Greek Athletic Contests ; Phillips, D. Hall Participation in equestrian Allegedly the oldest, certainly the most disciplines was the privilege of the horse-breading renowned and long-lived agonistic festival was the and horse-owning higher classes. They were very Olympia, allegedly founded in B. For this festival, the spon- memoration of battles. A contest organised by dophoroi announced a sacred truce, which allowed Larisa to honour its warriors who fought in a pass participants from all Greek cities to attend the cel- near Mt.

Ossa included in addition to the more ebration, which lasted six days. As we place in four days: stadion race, diaulos, dolichos know from lists of victors, women participated in 24 stadia , race of men with heavy armour equestrian events as owners of horses But depending on the idiosyncrasies breeding.

They included a very large variety of e. Cultures of the Ancient World. New Perspectives Mantas, K. SEG 54, , l. Coulson, W. Olympia — Sport und Spektakel. Die Olympische Spiele im Al- On agons in gymnasia see Gauthier, P. For the popularity of Gymnasion 25— Torch-races: Gauthier, P. Athletes and Christians. The Development of the Site in IG XII 6, 1, l. IG XII 6, 1, — Strasser 1, —; e. SEG 54, Dismounting Musical contests: Manieri Anm. See also the Panathenaia: Parker, Polytheism See also Golden, M.

Similarly, at the Spartan Karneia alds A more or less standard schedule of the running competition had a special character, as competitions was developed in the Hellenistic the young men competed carrying bunches of period, which allowed for variations. For instance, competition in the city whose orator won had the privilege to lead dance pyrrhiche originally only took place at the the procession propompeia An inscription Panathenaia A contest among sophists is attest- found in Athens preserves a fragment of a speech ed only at the Amphiaraia of Oropos; compe- delivered on this occasion The Oschophoria, lon and the Python As already mentioned, the Calame, Choruses; Parker, Polytheism — for Ceccarelli 31—36; Shear, J.

In the Imperial Dionysia ; see also IV. An invaluable work of reference is a prosopogra- no. West, M. Without claiming completeness, we give a list of Kadletz, E. Brelich, Paides —; Pettersson, Apollo 68— Robertson, N. See e. Mouseia of Thespiai probably served as a model: Bonnet. A similar programme can be found in the festival Demos- theneia V. The programme of contests an athlete At the Sera- uncommon but subject to special regulations As already mentioned, with prestige In the course of time all- ancestors, and their city Strasser 4.

Slater, W. Gauthier, P. Lee, H. Olympic Games? Girls and Women Competing, Spectat- Wilson 1, — Pleket 2. On the Heraia in Elis Calvet, M. This seems to be the case with Nikephoros 21 —; see also II. Crowther, N. Hornblower, S. From Archaic Greece to the Roman See also IV. Rudhardt, Notions —; Rumscheid, J. On hieronikai see LSAM 32, l. LSAM 32, l. Broneer, O. In Samos, a benefactor gave Shear, J.

Johnston, A. IDidyma — and ; IEleusis l. It is far too shadowy a notion to be recommended to faith, as more than an element in our instincts of immortality. But let us bear in mind that, though the idea is not advanced in revelation, there is nothing there to contradict it, and the fall of Man presents an analogy in its favour. Accordingly, a pre-existent state has entered into the popular creeds of many nations; and, among all persons acquainted with classic literature, is known as an ingredient in Platonic philosophy.

Archimedes said that he could move the world if he had a point whereon to rest his machine. Who has not felt the same aspirations as regards the world of his own mind? Having to wield some of its elements when I was impelled to write this poem on the "Immortality of the Soul," I took hold of the notion of pre- existence as having sufficient foundation in humanity for authorising me to make for my purpose the best use of it I could as a poet.

It is not now as it hath been of yore;-- Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. II The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.

III Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday;-- Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!

IV Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel--I feel it all. Oh evil day! Where is it now, the glory and the dream? V Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. VI Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came.

See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage" With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That Life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation.

VIII Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,-- Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?

Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life! IX O joy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. X Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song!

And let the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.

Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. Theodor Storm. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. Walter A. Dietrich H. Comment Hier ist die englische Variante, December. But midst the crowd, the hurry, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel and to possess, And roam alone, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!

None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all the flattered, followed, sought and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude! Lord Byron. Comment Und da wir gerade beim Thema 'Solitude, sind It was founded on a circumstance told me by my Sister, of a little girl who, not far from Halifax in Yorkshire, was bewildered in a snow-storm.

Her footsteps were traced by her parents to the middle of the lock of a canal, and no other vestige of her, backward or forward, could be traced. The body however was found in the canal. The way in which the incident was treated and the spiritualising of the character might furnish hints for contrasting the imaginative influences which I have endeavoured to throw over common life with Crabbe's matter of fact style of treating subjects of the same kind.

This is not spoken to his disparagement, far from it, but to direct the attention of thoughtful readers, into whose hands these notes may fall, to a comparison that may both enlarge the circle of their sensibilities, and tend to produce in them a catholic judgment. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, --The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. Not blither is the mountain roe: With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke.

The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down; And many a hill did Lucy climb: But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept--and, turning homeward, cried, "In heaven we all shall meet;" --When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.

Then downwards from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small; And through the broken hawthorn hedge, And by the long stone-wall; And then an open field they crossed: The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none!

O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind. Comment Das Original: Solitude To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude, 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.

Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending;-- I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. Comment When we two are parted When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning Sank chill on my brow It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me Why wert thou so dear? In secret we met In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears. In Schweigen und Leid. JULY 13, No poem of mine was composed under circumstances more pleasant for me to remember than this.

I began it upon leaving Tintern, after crossing the Wye, and concluded it just as I was entering Bristol in the evening, after a ramble of four or five days, with my Sister. Not a line of it was altered, and not any part of it written down till I reached Bristol. It was published almost immediately after in the little volume of which so much has been said in these Notes.

FIVE years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! The day is come when I again repose Here, under this dark sycamore, and view These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves 'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!

With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone. These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restorationfeelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love.

Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightenedthat serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on,-- Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity, The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years. And so I dare to hope, Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first I came among these hills; when like a roe I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, Wherever nature led: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved.

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For nature then The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by To me was all in all. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur, other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompence.

For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man; A motion and a spirit, that impels 0 All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things.

Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear,--both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.

Nor perchance, If I were not thus taught, should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay: For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river; thou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain-winds be free To blow against thee: and, in after years, When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh!

Nor, perchance-- If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence--wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love--oh! Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!

Twinkling with delight in the house twinkling with the moonlight, Bless my baby bless my baby bright,. Comment The Yellow Gas The yellow gas is fired from street to street past rows of heartless homes and hearths unlit, dead churches, and the unending pavement beat by crowds - say rather, haggard shades that flit Round nightly haunts of their delusive dream, where'er our paradisal instinct starves: - till on the utmost post, its sinuous gleam crawls in the oily water of the wharves; Where Homer's sea loses his keen breath, hemm'd what place rebellious piles were driven down - the priestlike waters to this task condemn'd to wash the roots of the inhuman town!

Ay, we had saved our days and kept them whole, to whom no part in our old joy remains, had felt those bright winds sweeping thro' our soul and all the keen sea tumbling in our veins, Had thrill'd to harps of sunrise, when the height whitens, and dawn dissolves in virgin tears, or caught, across the hush'd ambrosial night, the choral music of the swinging spheres, Or drunk the silence if nought else - But no! I only pray, red flame or deluge, may that end be soon! Christopher Brennan — Seele des Menschen, wie gleichst du dem Wasser! Schicksal des Menschen, wie gleichst du dem Wind!

Johann Wolfgang v. Comment Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose Gertrude Stein. In garb, then, resembling Some gay gondolier, I'll whisper thee, trembling, "Our bark, love, is near: "Now, now, while there hover "Those clouds o'er the moon, "'Twill waft thee safe over "Yon silent Lagoon. O, komm! Comment Weil es gerade so gut passt: Herbsttag Herr: es ist Zeit. Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren, und auf den Fluren lass die Winde los. Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr. Rainer Maria Rilke. Comment Das Reden nimmt kein End' 1. Zu Frankfurt an dem Main — Uns soll geholfen sein.

Zu Frankfurt an dem Main — Bald zieht der Kaiser ein. Zu Frankfurt an dem Main — So schlag' der Teufel d'rein! Die Welt sie steht in Flammen, Sie sitzen noch beisammen. Wie lange soll es dauern Das Parla — Parla — Parlament? O Volk mach' ihm ein End'! Your summer's reign was grand. Beshadow now the dials of your sun and let your winds run rough across the land. The latest fruits command to fill and shine: For them, let two more warmer days arrive to push them to perfection and to drive the final sweetness in the heavy wine.

The man without a house will build no more, the man without a mate will sole remain, will wake, will read, write letters long with pain and walk the boulevards, restless to the core, where falling leaves are drifting with the rain. Translation by Walter A. Autumn Day Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Let thine shadows upon the sundials fall, and unleash the winds upon the open fields. Command the last fruits into fullness; give them just two more ripe, southern days, urge them into completion and press the last bit of sweetness into the heavy wine.

He who has no house now, will no longer build. He who is alone now, will remain alone, will awake in the night, read, write long letters, and will wander restlessly along the avenues, back and forth, as the leaves begin to blow. Juni — Nr. Comment moustique: 89 -- gesucht und gefunden Seele des Menschen, Wie gleichst du dem Wasser!

Schicksal des Menschen, Wie gleichst du dem Wind! Karl Friedrich von Gerok deutscher Theologe und Lyriker. So ging es viel Jahre, bis lobesam Der von Ribbeck auf Ribbeck zu sterben kam. Legt mir eine Birne mit ins Grab. Und die Kinder klagten, das Herze schwer: "He is dod nu. Wer giwt uns nu 'ne Beer? Theodor Fontane — Entstanden Hoffmann von Fallersleben, Ode to Psyche O Goddess! I wander'd in a forest thoughtlessly, And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise, Saw two fair creatures, couched side by side In deepest grass, beneath the whisp'ring roof Of leaves and trembled blossoms, where there ran A brooklet, scarce espied: Mid hush'd, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed, Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian, They lay calm-breathing, on the bedded grass; Their arms embraced, and their pinions too; Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber, And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love: The winged boy I knew; But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove?

His Psyche true! O latest born and loveliest vision far Of all Olympus' faded hierarchy! Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire-region'd star, Or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky; Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none, Nor altar heap'd with flowers; Nor virgin-choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours; No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet From chain-swung censer teeming; No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. O brightest! So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours; Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet From swinged censer teeming; Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming.

Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind: Far, far around shall those dark-cluster'd trees Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep; And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees, The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep; And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!

O Strahlendste! Treu, Psyche, dich! Wilhelm Busch. Comment Survivor Everyday, I think about dying. About disease, starvation, violence, terrorism, war, the end of the world. It helps keep my mind off things. Raymond A. Comment Comete. Just the detail that swam in its flow-lines, glossing about— as she paced on, comet-like, face to the sun. Studie: medicalwriter webde Claus. A silent suffering, and intense; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain, The agony they do not show, The suffocating sense of woe, Which speaks but in its loneliness, And then is jealous lest the sky Should have a listener, nor will sigh Until its voice is echoless.

All that the Thunderer wrung from thee Was but the menace which flung back On him the torments of thy rack; The fate thou didst so well foresee, But would not to appease him tell; And in thy Silence was his Sentence, And in his Soul a vain repentance, And evil dread so ill dissembled, That in his hand the lightnings trembled. Thy Godlike crime was to be kind, To render with thy precepts less The sum of human wretchedness, And strengthen Man with his own mind; But baffled as thou wert from high, Still in thy patient energy, In the endurance, and repulse Of thine impenetrable Spirit, Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse, A mighty lesson we inherit: Thou art a symbol and a sign To Mortals of their fate and force; Like thee, Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source; And Man in portions can foresee His own funereal destiny; His wretchedness, and his resistance, And his sad unallied existence: To which his Spirit may oppose Itself--and equal to all woes, And a firm will, and a deep sense, Which even in torture can descry Its own concenter'd recompense, Triumphant where it dares defy, And making Death a Victory.

Wer rettete vom Tode mich, Von Sklaverei? Ich dich ehren? Hast du die Schmerzen gelindert Je des Beladenen? Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Entstanden zwischen und Der Wind hat sich in einem Baum gefangen. An einem Fenster klebt ein fetter Mann. Ein grauer Clown zieht sich die Stiefel an. Ein Kinderwagen schreit und Hunde fluchen. Alfred Lichtenstein — Comment Le Jardin The lily's withered chalice falls Around its rod of dusty gold, And from the beech-trees on the wold The last wood-pigeon coos and calls. The gaudy leonine sunflower Hangs black and barren on its stalk, And down the windy garden walk The dead leaves scatter, - hour by hour.

Pale privet-petals white as milk Are blown into a snowy mass: The roses lie upon the grass Like little shreds of crimson silk. Oscar Wilde. Comment Thank you, meera. That's brilliant! Au Jardin O you away high there, you that lean From amber lattices upon the cobalt night, I am below amid the pine trees, Amid the little pine trees, hear me! Well, there's no use your loving me That way, Lady; For I've nothing but songs to give you.

Doch ach! Und ach! Heinrich Heine — Na, un denn --? Denn jehn die Beeden brav ins Bett. Na ja Denn kricht det junge Paar 'n Kind. Denn kocht sie Milch. Denn macht er Krach. Denn is det Kind nich uffn Damm. Denn bleihm die Beeden doch zesamm. Er will noch wat mit blonde Haare: vorn dof und hinten minorenn Denn sind se alt. Der Sohn haut ab. Der Olle macht nu ooch bald schlapp. Wie der noch scharf uff Muttern war, det is schon beinah nich mehr wahr! Kurt Tucholsky. Comment Ode To A Chestnut On The Ground From bristly foliage you fell complete, polished wood, gleaming mahogany, as perfect as a violin newly born of the treetops, that falling offers its sealed-in gifts, the hidden sweetness that grew in secret amid birds and leaves, a model of form, kin to wood and flour, an oval instrument that holds within it intact delight, an edible rose.

In the heights you abandoned the sea-urchin burr that parted its spines in the light of the chestnut tree; through that slit you glimpsed the world, birds bursting with syllables, starry dew below, the heads of boys and girls, grasses stirring restlessly, smoke rising, rising.

You made your decision, chestnut, and leaped to earth, burnished and ready, firm and smooth as the small breasts of the islands of America. You fell, you struck the ground, but nothing happened, the grass still stirred, the old chestnut sighed with the mouths of a forest of trees, a red leaf of autumn fell, resolutely, the hours marched on across the earth.

Because you are only a seed, chestnut tree, autumn, earth, water, heights, silence prepared the germ, the floury density, the maternal eyelids that buried will again open toward the heights the simple majesty of foliage, the dark damp plan of new roots, the ancient but new dimensions of another chestnut tree in the earth. I asked: "But how do I come here, Who never wished to come; Can the light and air be made more clear, The floor more quietsome, And the doors set wide?

They numb Fast-locked, and fill with fear. Aue ist sehr gut gelungen. September Morning The world's adream in fog's embrace, Still slumber woods and meadows: But soon, through the dissolving lace, You'll see the blue of endless space, The milder grace of autumn's face Transcending golden shadows. Englisch: Walter A. Comment The Tuft of Flowers I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keen Before I came to view the levelled scene.

I looked for him behind an isle of trees; I listened for his whetstone on the breeze. But he had gone his way, the grass all mown, And I must be, as he had been,—alone, As all must be,' I said within my heart, Whether they work together or apart. And once I marked his flight go round and round, As where some flower lay withering on the ground. Comment A Minor Bird I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the door When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me. The bird was not to blame for his key. And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song. Comment Die freie Marktwirtschaft Ihr sollt die verfluchten Tarife abbauen. Ihr sollt auf euern Direktor vertrauen. Kein Betriebsrat quatsche uns mehr herein, wir wollen freie Wirtschaftler sein! Fort, die Gruppen - sei unser Panier! Na, ihr nicht.

Aber wir. Ihr sollt nicht mehr zusammenstehn - wollt ihr wohl auseinandergehn! Keine Kartelle in unserm Revier! Ihr nicht. Wir stehen neben den Hochofenflammen in Interessengemeinschaften fest zusammen. Gut organisiert sitzen wir hier Kurt Tucholsky — Comment Herbstaugen Presse dich eng an den Boden. Die Erde riecht noch nach Sommer,. So kommt es denn zuletzt heraus, Dass ich ein ganz famoses Haus. Der Dorfschulmeister stieg hinauf auf seines Blechschilds Messingknauf und sprach zum Wolf, der seine Pfoten geduldig kreuzte vor dem Toten: "Der Werwolf", - sprach der gute Mann, "des Weswolfs"- Genitiv sodann, "dem Wemwolf" - Dativ, wie man's nennt, "den Wenwolf" - damit hat's ein End.

Doch da er kein Gelehrter eben, so schied er dankend und ergeben. Comment Herbstbild Dies ist ein Herbsttag, wie ich keinen sah! Christian Friedrich Hebbel — Comment The Teasers Not but they die, the teasers and the dreams, Not but they die, and tell the careful flood To give them what they clamour for and why.

You could not fancy where they rip to blood You could not fancy nor that mud I have heard speak that will not cake or dry. Our claims to act appear so small to these Our claims to act colder lunacies That cheat the love, the moment, the small fact. Comment Missing Dates Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. It is not the effort nor the failure tires. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills. It is not your system or clear sight that mills Down small to the consequence a life requires; Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills.

They bled an old dog dry yet the exchange rills Of young dog blood gave but a month's desires. Kleine Blumen Was ist die Welt? Hugo von Hofmannsthal. Ihren Duft atme ich ein und sehne mich nach Joseph von Eichendorff. Franz Grillparzer Comment To Autumn O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers. Es hielt sich lange auf der Flucht auf und sog sich ganz mit Lichte an; - da hob die Nacht die goldne Frucht auf: Schwarz ward die Wolke und zerrann.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Einsam in dem Kampf wie in der Ruh. Betty Paoli. Comment Eleanor Rigby Aaaaah look at all the lonely people. Aaaaah look at all the lonely people. Eleanor Rigby Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been; Lives in a dream. Waits at the window, Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door.

Who is it for? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Father MacKenzie Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear; No one comes near. Look at him working, Nodding his socks in the night when there's nobody there. What does he care? Eleanor Rigby Died in the church and was buried alone with her name. Nobody came. Father MacKenzie Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from her grave. No one was saved. I was wandering round Bristol one day and saw a shop called Rigby. But I just liked the name. I was looking for a name that sounded natural.

Eleanor Rigby sounded natural. Paul McCartney, Playboy, ; cf. Comment Evening Primrose When once the sun sinks in the west, And dewdrops pearl the evening's breast; Almost as pale as moonbeams are, Or its companionable star, The evening primrose opes anew Its delicate blossoms to the dew; And, hermit-like, shunning the light, Wastes its fair bloom upon the night, Who, blindfold to its fond caresses, Knows not the beauty it possesses; Thus it blooms on while night is by; When day looks out with open eye, Bashed at the gaze it cannot shun, It faints and withers and is gone.

John Clare John Clare 13 July — 20 May was an English poet, born the son of a farm labourer who came to be known for his celebratory representations of the English countryside and his lamentation of its disruption. Comment Dog's Death She must have been kicked unseen or brushed by a car. Too young to know much, she was beginning to learn To use the newspapers spread on the kitchen floor And to win, wetting there, the words, "Good dog!

Good dog! The autopsy disclosed a rupture in her liver. As we teased her with play, blood was filling her skin And her heart was learning to lie down forever. Monday morning, as the children were noisily fed And sent to school, she crawled beneath the youngest's bed. Seine Mutter, die selber literarische Ambitionen hatte, ermutigte ihn zu schreiben. Georg Trakl Ein Rondel, frz. Rondeau, ist eine kunstvolle alte Lied- und Gedichtform, bei der zwischen die gleichlautenden Anfangs- und End-Refrainverse zwei oder mehr Verse mit gleichlautendem Endreim gesetzt werden Refraingedicht.

Heut keltern sie den braunen Wein. Da zeigt der Mensch sich froh und lind. Georg Trakl. Wir alle fallen. Und sieh dir andre an: es ist in allen. Comment Solar Fire See the morning dancer, crossing the sky, Turning gold to amber travelling by He must know the answer He must know why.

Looking for an answer look to the sky. Shadows getting shorter filling your sight Brightly burning starfire, life giving light Dawning into morning Day into night Looking for an answer, look to the light Sunlight streaming burn through the night First light stealing shine solar fire. Starting from tomorrow look to the sky There's a new day dawning passing you by Follow on life's dancer and than you'll know why Looking for an answer look to the sky. Comment Der Lesende Ich las schon lang. Seit dieser Nachmittag, mit Regen rauschend, an den Fenstern lag.

Den ganzen Himmel scheint sie zu umfassen: der erste Stern ist wie das letzte Haus. Rainer Maria Rilke, September , Westerwede. Comment Poem with Radiometer Four vanes pierced by a spindle, a cotillion in black and white. Moving in atmosphere lighter than air, one searches out the other moving away. As inside the glass, outside. You move slowly through me, and light bounces from one skin to the other, a kind of feint.

To kick at the shadows becomes a function of how we breathe. But what muscles the endless spin? Dark hides from light as light pursues it. If this was an experiment, it could be extrapolated to metaphor. We think: it takes opacity to capture light. We think: if only the clouds did not erase the sun, we could quantify forever. Led by a single star, She came from very far To seek where shadows are Her pleasant lot. She left the rosy morn, She left the fields of corn, For twilight cold and lorn And water springs. Through sleep, as through a veil, She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast; Her face is toward the west, The purple land. She cannot see the grain Ripening on hill and plain; She cannot feel the rain Upon her hand. Rest, rest, for evermore Upon a mossy shore; Rest, rest at the heart's core Till time shall cease: Sleep that no pain shall wake; Night that no morn shall break Till joy shall overtake Her perfect peace.

Christina Rossetti Christina Georgina Rossetti 5 December — 29 December was an English poet who wrote a variety of romantic, devotional, and children's poems. Comment Color What is pink? What is red? What is blue? What is white? What is yellow? What is green? What is violet?

What is orange? Why, an orange, Just an orange! Christina Rossetti. Tritt her in den Reihen und tanz' mit mir. Johann Gottfried Herder. Wenn ich nun aber nicht mehr mag! Schon kratzt die Feder auf dem Bogen - das Geld hat manches schon verbogen. Drum lies doch mal Das Buch, das man dir anempfahl. Es ist beinah wie eine Reise Im alten wohlbekannten Gleise. Der Weg ist grad und flach das Land, Rechts, links und unten nichts wie Sand. Du bist behaglich eingenickt. Da gibt es weder Bier noch Wein. Schlaf wohl und segne den Verfasser! Comment A Polished Performance Citizens of the polished capital Sigh for the towns up country, And their innocent simplicity.

People in the towns up country Applaud the unpolished innocence Of the distant villages. Dwellers in the distant villages Speak of a simple unspoilt girl, Living alone, deep in the bush. Christian Morgenstern. Zeit gab's genug - und Zahlen auch. Wo blieb sein Reich? Wo blieb er selb? Du entschiedest dich, Kastanie, und sprangst auf die Erde, glatt und bereit, fest und eben wie ein kleiner Busen der Inseln Amerikas. Meine Hand ist dir viel zu breit.

Rainer Maria Rilke , Er war von einer Prinzessin beleckt. Da war die Liebe in ihm erweckt. So liebte er sie vergebens. Das ist die Tragik des Lebens! Joachim Ringelnatz. Comment The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,.

Den 27ten April Franz Grillparzer. Sechs Schweine verloren! Trotz dieser trennenden Kleinigkeit Lernten sie doch dann sich leiden Und gingen klug und bescheiden Abwechselnd durch die Zeit Und gaben einander Kraft und Mut. Und so ist das gut. In plains that room for shadows make Of skirting hills to lie, Bound in by streams which give and take Their colours from the sky; Or on the mountain-crest sublime, Or down the oaken glade, O what have I to do with time?

For this the day was made. Cities of mortals woe begone Fantastic care derides, But in the serious landscape lone Stern benefit abides. Sheen will tarnish, honey cloy, And merry is only a mask of sad, But, sober on a fund of joy, The woods at heart are glad. There the great Planter plants Of fruitful worlds the grain, And with a million spells enchants The souls that walk in pain. Still on the seeds of all he made The rose of beauty burns; Through times that wear, and forms that fade, Immortal youth returns.

The black ducks mounting from the lake, The pigeon in the pines, The bittern's boom, a desert make Which no false art refines. Down in yon watery nook, Where bearded mists divide, The gray old gods whom Chaos knew, The sires of Nature, hide. Aloft, in secret veins of air, Blows the sweet breath of song, O, few to scale those uplands dare, Though they to all belong! See thou bring not to field or stone The fancies found in books; Leave authors' eyes, and fetch your own, To brave the landscape's looks. And if, amid this dear delight, My thoughts did home rebound, I well might reckon it a slight To the high cheer I found.

Oblivion here thy wisdom is, Thy thrift, the sleep of cares; For a proud idleness like this Crowns all thy mean affairs. Comment Serenade So sweet the hour, so calm the time, I feel it more than half a crime, When Nature sleeps and stars are mute, To mar the silence ev'n with lute. At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes An image of Elysium lies: Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven, Form in the deep another seven: Endymion nodding from above Sees in the sea a second love.

Within the valleys dim and brown, And on the spectral mountain's crown, The wearied light is dying down, And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky Are redolent of sleep, as I Am redolent of thee and thine Enthralling love, my Adeline. But list, O list,- so soft and low Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow, That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem My words the music of a dream.

Thus, while no single sound too rude Upon thy slumber shall intrude, Our thoughts, our souls- O God above! In every deed shall mingle, love. Edgar Allan Poe. Comment Late September Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a'mass. Warmth of earth, and cloudless wind Tearing off the husky rind, Blowing feathered seeds to fall By the sun-baked, sheltering wall.

Beech trees in a golden haze; Hardy sumachs all ablaze, Glowing through the silver birches. How that pine tree shouts and lurches! From the sunny door-jamb high, Swings the shell of a butterfly. Scrape of insect violins Through the stubble shrilly dins. Every blade's a minaret Where a small muezzin's set, Loudly calling us to pray At the miracle of day. Then the purple-lidded night Westering comes, her footsteps light Guided by the radiant boon Of a sickle-shaped new moon.

Amy Lowell — amerikanische Frauenrechtlerin und Dichterin. Khalil Gibran - libanesisch-amerikanischer Maler, Philosoph und Dichter. Emily Dickinson — The air ist still, almost of breathing free, but here and there are falling, without flaw, the finest-looking fruits from every tree. Do not disturb ripe nature's holy day! This is a harvest that is all her own, because, today, each fruit that breaks away falls from a milder ray of sun alone.

My goodness, Central That was then! I'm mad and disgusted With that Negro now. You say, I will pay it-- Else you'll take out my phone? You better let My phone alone. I didn't ask him To telephone me.

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It spoke of Black writers and poets, "who would surrender racial pride in the name of a false integration," where a talented Black writer would prefer to be considered a poet, not a Black poet, which to Hughes meant he subconsciously wanted to write like a white poet. Hughes argued, "no great poet has ever been afraid of being himself.

Komposition eines Liedes. Die englische Bezeichnung lyrics weist noch auf die gemeinsame Abstammung von Liedtexten und Lyrik hin. Gepriesen werde Der Herbst! Kein Ast, der seiner Frucht entbehrte! Genug ist nicht genug! Es lacht im Laube! Die saftge Pfirsche winkt dem durstgen Munde! Die trunknen Wespen summen in die Runde: "Genug ist nicht genug! Conrad Ferdinand Meyer - Und es liegen Wald und Weide Unbewegt in blauem Duft. Pfirsich an der Gartenmauer, Kranich auf der Winterflucht. Dreaming of heroes. All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home. Their women cluck like starved pullets, Dying for love.

Comment Indian Summer When was the redman's summer? When the rose Hung its first banner out? When the gray rock, Or the brown heath, the radiant kalmia clothed? Or when the loiterer by the reedy brooks Started to see the proud lobelia glow Like living flame? When through the forest gleamed The rhododendron? Or the fragrant breath Of the magnolia swept deliciously Over the half-laden nerve? When the groves In fleeting colours wrote their own decay, And leaves fell eddying on the sharpen'd blast That sang their dirge; when o'er their rustling bed The red deer sprang, or fled the shrill-voiced quail, Heavy of wing and fearful; when, with heart Foreboding or depress'd, the white man mark'd The signs of coming winter: then began The Indian's joyous season.

Then the haze, Soft and illusive as a fairy dream, Lapp'd all the landscape in its silvery fold. The quiet rivers, that were wont to hide 'Neath shelving banks, beheld their course betray'd By the white mist that o'er their foreheads crept, While wrapp'd in morning dreams, the sea and sky Slept 'neath one curtain, as if both were merged In the same element.

Slowly the sun, And all reluctantly, the spell dissolved, And then it took upon its parting wing A rainbow glory. Gorgeous was the time Yet brief as gorgeous. Beautiful to thee, Our brother hunter, but to us replete With musing thoughts in melancholy train. Our joys, alas! Yet ah! Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Entstanden Autumn Feelings Flourish greener, as ye clamber, Oh ye leaves, to seek my chamber, Up the trellis'd vine on high!

May ye swell, twin-berries tender, Juicier far,--and with more splendour Ripen, and more speedily! O'er ye broods the sun at even As he sinks to rest, and heaven Softly breathes into your ear All its fertilising fullness, While the moon's refreshing coolness, Magic-laden, hovers near; And, alas! Friedrich Nietzsche. Comment Auguries of Innocence To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons Shudders hell thro' all its regions. A dog starv'd at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state. A horse misused upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing. The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight Does the rising sun affright. Every wolf's and lion's howl Raises from hell a human soul. The wild deer, wand'ring here and there, Keeps the human soul from care. The lamb misus'd breeds public strife, And yet forgives the butcher's knife. The bat that flits at close of eve Has left the brain that won't believe. The owl that calls upon the night Speaks the unbeliever's fright. He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be belov'd by men. He who the ox to wrath has mov'd Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly Shall feel the spider's enmity. He who torments the chafer's sprite Weaves a bower in endless night. The caterpillar on the leaf Repeats to thee thy mother's grief. Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the last judgement draweth nigh. He who shall train the horse to war Shall never pass the polar bar. The beggar's dog and widow's cat, Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

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The gnat that sings his summer's song Poison gets from slander's tongue. The poison of the snake and newt Is the sweat of envy's foot. The poison of the honey bee Is the artist's jealousy. The prince's robes and beggar's rags Are toadstools on the miser's bags. A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent. It is right it should be so; Man was made for joy and woe; And when this we rightly know, Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.


The babe is more than swaddling bands; Every farmer understands. Every tear from every eye Becomes a babe in eternity; This is caught by females bright, And return'd to its own delight. The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar, Are waves that beat on heaven's shore. The babe that weeps the rod beneath Writes revenge in realms of death.

The beggar's rags, fluttering in air, Does to rags the heavens tear. The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun, Palsied strikes the summer's sun. The poor man's farthing is worth more Than all the gold on Afric's shore. One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands Shall buy and sell the miser's lands; Or, if protected from on high, Does that whole nation sell and buy. He who mocks the infant's faith Shall be mock'd in age and death. He who shall teach the child to doubt The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith Triumphs over hell and death. The child's toys and the old man's reasons Are the fruits of the two seasons. The questioner, who sits so sly, Shall never know how to reply. He who replies to words of doubt Doth put the light of knowledge out. The strongest poison ever known Came from Caesar's laurel crown. Nought can deform the human race Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow, To peaceful arts shall envy bow. A riddle, or the cricket's cry, Is to doubt a fit reply. The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please. If the sun and moon should doubt, They'd immediately go out. To be in a passion you good may do, But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state Licensed, build that nation's fate. The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's winding-sheet. The winner's shout, the loser's curse, Dance before dead England's hearse. Every night and every morn Some to misery are born, Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night. We are led to believe a lie When we see not thro' the eye, Which was born in a night to perish in a night, When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light, To those poor souls who dwell in night; But does a human form display To those who dwell in realms of day. William Blake. Comment The Willow It is a willow when summer is over, a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.

Comment Sea Rose Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of petals, meagre flower, thin, sparse of leaf, more precious than a wet rose single on a stem -- you are caught in the drift. Stunted, with small leaf, you are flung on the sand, you are lifted in the crisp sand that drives in the wind. Can the spice-rose drip such acrid fragrance hardened in a leaf? Deutsch: medicalwriter web. Comment Silence A day of Silence Can be a pilgrimage in itself. Is not most talking A crazed defence of a crumbling fort? Comment Autumn Within It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold.

Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old. Birds are darting through the air, Singing, building without rest; Life is stirring everywhere, Save within my lonely breast. There is silence: the dead leaves Fall and rustle and are still; Beats no flail upon the sheaves, Comes no murmur from the mill. Longfellow war ein Volksdichter. Comment Im Herbst. Theodor Fontane. He abandoned poetry in the s for political activism, and later moved to Mexico to avoid the attentions of the House Un-American Activities Committee. He returned to poetry — and to the United States — in , and received the Pulitzer Prize in Comment A Clear Midnight THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.