Reading the page 114 of A Matter of Death and Life by Irvin and Marilyn Yalom. Suddenly, I have a better understanding of the poem Farewell by Eduard Mrike. How can you speak so lightly about this? I cannot bear the thought of your dying. Irvin Yalom said, as his wife, Marilyn Yalom …
The flowering knows no end Now all must change.Das Blhen will nicht enden. Nun muss sich Alles, Alles wenden. Faith in Spring// FrhlingsglaubeJohann Ludwig Uhland I was away for a couple of days. When I came home, I discovered many new baby flowers have come out. Immediately, Schuberts song Faith in Spring played in …
Sunset at 5 PM, it’s getting cold, fallen leaves at sidewalk, the trees are almost bare. I can hear the footsteps of winter drawing near. Still, now is far too early to talk of winter, says the flowers. Viburnum farreri (Duftschneeball) has just started its flowering season. Garden cosmos flower languages are persistent happiness, order, …
The poems collected here were written by a urbanite for urbanites. He tried to reflect. Because one can lose contemplation, but one must find it again.Die hier gesammelten Gedichte schrieb ein Großstädter für Großstädter. Er versuchte sich zu besinnen. Denn man kann die Besinnung verlieren, aber man muss sie wiederfinden. Preface – The 13 MonthsVorwort …
This little fallen leaf that I met in Cologne was carrying a song. A song that I once heard in a beautiful concert in Cologne and the season in the song is autumn. To be precise, it is an autumn dawn, the protagonist is feeling lonely, even lonelier than last year. Suddenly, a leaf has …
Could I complain? Could I be apprehensive?Could I lose faith in you and in myself?No, I already bear your heavenhere within my heart. Im Abendrot (1825) D799Lappe/ Schubert I do not have many words to type for this post. In front of this gorgeous sunset and this splendid song, everything looks dull, including the words. …
My heart is like an apple-treeWhose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;Mein Herz ist wie ein ApfelbaumMit Ästen hangend von Früchten schwer.Christina Rossetti Now is the prime time to pick apples. Everywhere I go, I see apple-laden branches. As the apple season begins, I already baked cinnamon apple muffins. While I am writing this, I …
Time goes by shivering.What seems over, begins. Frstelnd geht die Zeit spazieren.Was vorber schien, beginnt. October from the cycle The Thirteen MonthsDer Oktober aus dem Zyklus Die dreizehn MonateErich Kstner (1899 1974) I am moved by this beautiful poem October by Erick Kstner. Time goes on, never stop, I too shall keep going. …
The two books of year 1955 are poetry collection of Baroque period and Romantic period. Just as Church Hymns and Art Songs are dear to me, so too these two books. I appreciate there is a section for women poet inside both of them. I found them in a public bookcase and adopted them. I …
Last night the wind blew hardand rain was fine.Sound sleep did not dispel the aftertaste of wine.I ask the maid rolling up the screen.‘The same crab-apple tree’she says, ‘was seen.’“But don’t you knowO don’t you knowThe red should languish” 如梦令/ Like a dream/ Wie im Traum词: 李清照 译: 许渊冲Lyric: Li QingZhao Translator: Xu Yuanchong 海棠依旧?The …