Literature

Olivier Messiaen – a blackbird for the flutist

I probably don't think of any other composer as often as I think of Messiaen in my daily life - at least not with this regularity, which has lasted for years. His piece Le merle noir is practically in my head as soon as I set foot outside. We live in the country and...

The Harpist

Who never ate his bread with tears, He who never spent his sorrowful nights Sat on his bed weeping, He knows you not, ye heavenly powers. You lead us into life, You make the poor man guilty, Then you leave him to his torment: For all guilt is avenged on earth. To him...

The evening

Silence of the people loud desire: roars the earth as in dreams Wonderful with all trees, What the heart is hardly aware of, Old times, mild mourning, And there are quiet showers Weather bright through the chest. (Joseph von Eichendorff)  

Hyacinths

Music echoes far away; but here is silent night, The plants breathe on me with a slumbering scent. I have always, always thought yours; I want to sleep, but you must dance. It does not stop, it races without ceasing; The candles burn and the violins scream, Divide it...
The Harpist

The Harpist

Who never ate his bread with tears, He who never spent his sorrowful nights Sat on his bed weeping, He knows you not,...

The evening

The evening

Silence of the people loud desire: roars the earth as in dreams Wonderful with all trees, What the heart is hardly...

Hyacinths

Hyacinths

Music echoes far away; but here is silent night, The plants breathe on me with a slumbering scent. I have always,...

Hiker’s Night Song

Hiker’s Night Song

Above all peaks Is rest, In all treetops Do you feel Hardly a breath; The birds are silent in the forest. Just wait!...

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Welcome and farewell

Welcome and farewell

My heart was beating. Quickly, on horseback! And away, wild as a hero to battle. The evening already swayed the earth,...

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The girl

The girl

"I'm not beautiful," said the girl quietly. And overflow in silence her anguish; And now when she retired in her...

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Why poetry

Why poetry

Poems are more than just a nice addition to literature. A good poem has an "inner beauty" and perfection and through...

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It’s him

It’s him

Spring leaves its blue ribbon Again flutter through the air; Sweet, well-known scents touch prophetically the land....

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Before the storm

Before the storm

Christmas 1812: Half of Europe is occupied by French troops whose emperor is currently pull back from Russia. Prussia...

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Hölderlin Poems

Hölderlin Poems

"All around is the city at rest; the illuminated street becomes silent, And decorated with torches, the wagons rush...

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