Poetry

Rainer Maria Rilke Poem of the Day: You who never arrived

Du im Voraus verlorne Geliebte, Nimmergekommene, nicht weiß ich, welche Töne dir lieb sind. Nicht mehr versuch ich, dich, wenn das Kommende wogt, zu erkennen. Alle die großen Bildern in mir, im Fernen erfahrene Landschaft, Städte und Türme und Brücken und un- vermutete Wendung der Wege und das Gewaltige jener von Göttern einst durchwachsenen Länder:… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke Poem of the Day: You who never arrived

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Mein Herz * Rainer Maria Rilke Poetry for Today

Ich weiß nicht, was ich habe, mir ist ums Herz so schwer..... Ums Herze? Ach was sag ich - ich hab doch keines mehr. Seit ich, mein Glück, dich kenne, du süßes Liebchen mein, vom ersten Augenblicke an wars ja doch schon dein. O mögst du es behalten, damit es stets so blieb - es… Continue reading Mein Herz * Rainer Maria Rilke Poetry for Today

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O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?

After the lovely Sonnet 116 and Sonnet 130, I present to you another love poem.  Despite being a popular Shakespeare poem, this is not a sonnet of any kind. It only has twelve lines and a sonnet needs fourteen. Of course, this poem isn't even written in iambic-pentameter! It's rhyme scheme is AABCCB-DDEFFE. O Mistress mine, where… Continue reading O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?

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Die Engel * Rainer Maria Rilke

Sie haben alle müde Münde und helle Seelen ohne Saum. Und eine Sehnsucht (wie nach Sünde) geht ihnen manchmal durch den Traum. They all have tired mouths And luminous, illimitable souls; And a longing (as if for sin) Trembles at times through their dreams. Fast gleichen sie einander alle; in Gottes Gärten schweigen sie, wie… Continue reading Die Engel * Rainer Maria Rilke

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Much Madness * Emily Dickinson

As we are still raising awareness for the Mental Health month, we'll have a look at a sweet poem by Emily Dickinson. The message itself is, while powerful, fairly simple to understand—what is called madness is often actually the truest sanity, but as long as it differs from the perspective of the majority who defines… Continue reading Much Madness * Emily Dickinson

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The garden of Love by William Blake – Spring poetry

I laid me down upon a bank, Where Love lay sleeping; I heard among the rushes dank Weeping, weeping. Then I went to the heath and the wild, To the thistles and thorns of the waste; And they told me how they were beguiled, Driven out, and compelled to the chaste. I went to the… Continue reading The garden of Love by William Blake – Spring poetry

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My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun * Shakespeare Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And… Continue reading My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun * Shakespeare Sonnet 130

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Spring Rain by Sara Teasdale * Poetry

As we know, the rainy seasons seem to come between the harsh coldness of winter and the swealtering heats of the summer. Last autumn, we found the perfect poem for the rainy weather - but while autumn rain is more like the undertaker, swiping away the dead leaves, filling the earth with sorrowful thoughts, spring… Continue reading Spring Rain by Sara Teasdale * Poetry