Johann Wolfgang von Goethe poems
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe(28 August 1749 - 22 March 1832 / Frankfurt am Main)
After-Sensations
- by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 156
WHEN the vine again is blowing,Then the wine moves in the cask;
When the rose again is glowing,
Wherefore should I feel oppress'd?
Down my cheeks run tears all-burning,
If I do, or leave my task;
I but feel a speechless yearning,
That pervades my inmost breast.
But at length I see the reason,
When the question I would ask:
'Twas in such a beauteous season,
Doris glowed to make me blest!
April
- by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 136
Eyes tell, tell me, what you tell me,telling something all too sweet,
making music out of beauty,
with a question hidden deep.
Still I think I know your meaning,
there behind your pupils' brightness,
love and truth are your heart's lightness,
that, instead of its own gleaming,
would so truly like to greet,
in a world of dullness, blindness,
one true look of human kindness,
where two kindred spirits meet.