Von Poems - Poems about Von

Two figures laughing in the tangible woodlands just as they were the young teens during first visit enjoying the walk through the vegetation to look for the spot they deemed sacred for themselves he decided to lean against a tree to view their carved initials in the precious bark of the seemly replicas rows of trees as she decided...

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Hildegard of Bingen, aka the Sibyl of the Rhine, was a German christian mystic who had visions of the Love of God beginning at age three. “Cry out, therefore, and compose!”—Hildegard von Bingen, Scivias, translation by Michael R. Burch HILDEGARD VON BINGEN TRANSLATIONS I behold you, noble, glorious and complete Woman, locus of innocence and purity, the Sacred Matrix in whom...

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Gefunden (“Found”) by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Into the woodlands, alone, I went. Seeking nothing, my sole intent. But I saw a flower deep in the shade gleaming like starlight in a still glade. I reached down to pluck it when it shyly asked: “Why would you snap me so cruelly in half?” So I dug up the flower, by the roots and all, then planted...

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Prometheus by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch obscure Your heavens, Zeus, with a nebulous haze! and, like boys beheading thistles, decapitate oaks and alps. yet leave me the earth with its rude dwellings and my hut You didn’t build. also my hearth, whose cheerful glow You envy. i know nothing more pitiful under the sun than these vampiric...

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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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“To the Moon” by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Scattered, pole to starry pole, glide Cynthia's mild beams, whispering to the receptive soul whatever moonbeams mean. Bathing valley, hill and dale with her softening light, loosening from earth’s frigid chains my restless heart tonight! Over the landscape, near and far, broods darkly glowering night; yet welcoming as Friendship’s eye, she, soft!, bequeaths her light. Touched in...

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Ship ahoy, pal Fly seagull fly We shall see then....

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Never met her, yet I've heard the crazy Tante von Vogt lived her life as any would, if they were crazy. She'd walk to butcher's each week no nod greeting who might pass. She'd buy four hundred grams’ meat, ask for bones to bag. At the baker's, she'd buy bread, a brown loaf to last the week. Tucked it neatly under arm and took the path...

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“Ink Artist Kat Von D Baptized, Leaves ...

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"hi Von" It was just grass before it was a pond. Dug as a want and a wish; not a whim, as it were, as to serve to swim with the fishes. Dug in mind, and in due time, to contain falling rain, and a waterfall. But most of all; dug in love. ears hear the trickling her...

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After Walter von der Vogelweide's poem to be translated as I sat upon a stone My mind from worldly cares once lost elbow on knee, hand to cheek, legs crossed, i sat upon a seat of stone thankful with thoughts to be alone. and contemplate, now free from strife, whate’er gives meaning to this life. I saw, ...

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Far away from the well-traveled trade routes, In those latitudes few lubbers dare, Lies a haven of peace and contentment Called the Island of Don di von Kaire. When the climate at home turns oppressive And the tedium’s too much to bear, You can bask in serene isolation On the Island of Don di von Kaire. On the Island of Don di von...

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Kinky boots ... kicking naked truth Stripped bare down to the nightshade roots Temptress gaze ... collecting laundered money off the dirty parquet Her pay-for-play get the tilted short cups ice cubes rattling See the lecherous throats swallow the fermented, lewd offering Let ‘em feel the venom sting: Allow the paid, slow death foreplay to snake swamp drain into their pee brain Seduction Fay Wray eyes swinging...

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EINSAMKEIT von Satis Shroff Die Dame mit den silbernen Haaren sitzt vor ihrem Wohnungseingang Und denkt über ihr Leben nach. Ihre Tochter Androula ist wohlauf in Deutschland, Ihr Sohn Janis lebt mit seiner Frau in Athen. Und sie? Sie lebt in Einsamkeit und Gebet, Eine Witwe in Schwarz Tag ein und aus. Ihre Beine sind schwach und ihr Gang instabil. Ihr wird es häufig schwindelig. Aber...

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not yet seen by others not yet devoured all thy flesh not yet vain enough to lie myself to sleep not quite through suffering for i shall wait for the endless sleep to quinch my thirst for death for my life as an empty soul no river runs through where the devils has left behind wrappings torn from my body my...

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