قراءة كتاب Mice & Other Poems
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 4
dream,
The bitter waking, the end thereof.
Come, bury the ashes of love.
The music falters; the flame is spent;
The vision is gone, the splendour faded,
Leaving only a pitiful jaded
Half-desire, and a discontent.
The end of love is a weary kiss—
Surely hate were better than this!
The vision is gone, the splendour faded,
Leaving only a pitiful jaded
Half-desire, and a discontent.
The end of love is a weary kiss—
Surely hate were better than this!
Du bist wie eine Blume
So like a flower, so gentle,
So fair, so pure thou art,
That musing on thy beauty
Brings sadness to my heart.
So fair, so pure thou art,
That musing on thy beauty
Brings sadness to my heart.
I lay my hands, in spirit,
Upon thy gleaming hair,
Praying that God may keep thee
So sweet, so pure, so fair.
Upon thy gleaming hair,
Praying that God may keep thee
So sweet, so pure, so fair.
From the German of Heine
Home
Five weary days...and I shall creep
Into the shadow of her hair
And of her loveliness drink deep
Into the shadow of her hair
And of her loveliness drink deep
And lose my desolation there,
Feeling her cool lips quench my own.
Lying so still, we shall not dare
Feeling her cool lips quench my own.
Lying so still, we shall not dare
To let one murmur like a stone
Into the pool of silence fall.
All senses will be fused in one:
Into the pool of silence fall.
All senses will be fused in one:
Peace will surround us with a wall
Of visible music, moments go
Melodiously by, and all
Of visible music, moments go
Melodiously by, and all
The stillness brim with beauty; so
Our hearts will whisper, throbbing fast:
'Must time undeviating flow
And bear this fragile moment past?'
Our hearts will whisper, throbbing fast:
'Must time undeviating flow
And bear this fragile moment past?'
Maître de Ballet
On a gossamer thread
Of light that stretches
From dark to dark
Over the void
We giddily jig
To the mad music
The Master makes.
Of light that stretches
From dark to dark
Over the void
We giddily jig
To the mad music
The Master makes.
From the Green Room
He calls us forth,
Sensitive puppets,
Live automata,
And with a gesture
Sets us jerkily
Dancing the tightrope.
He calls us forth,
Sensitive puppets,
Live automata,
And with a gesture
Sets us jerkily
Dancing the tightrope.
From a seat in the stalls
Of the cosmic theatre
Silently
He watches our antics.
Of the cosmic theatre
Silently
He watches our antics.
When we call to him
'Master, Master!
Help, we are falling!'
Out of the darkness
Comes no word
'Master, Master!
Help, we are falling!'
Out of the darkness
Comes no word