The Fisher
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
translation by Michael R. Burch
The river swirled and rippled;
nearby an angler lay,
and watched his lure with a careless eye,
like any other day.
But as he watched in a strange half-dream,
he saw the waters part,
and from the river’s depths emerged
a maiden, or a tart.
A Lorelei, she sang to him
her strange, bewitching song:
“Which...
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