Englische Gedichte ✓ beliebte englischsprachige Gedichte
She is a Muslim.
He is black.
They are gay.
Yes, maybe they are.
But can we really describe people in one word?
For example look at me:
I am a Christian.
I am white.
I am straight.
Sometimes my poor soul
is tumbling like a whipping bowl,
often I struggled and fall,
but always I was standing up,
because I want win the cup
and so I do not give up.
Here - mother, for your sleeping children,
bedded on newspaper - -
ten baht for a bowl full of rice,
so they can see the morning.
Thanks, Ma´am. In the name
of my sleeping children
bedded on newspaper - -…
At evening an old angler
greets us in rolled sleeves
and gestures past the lake he comes up from:
yonder long folds of earth rising.
Snow deep down the sides clear through June,
he says, proud like he’d…
The wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,…
heart and soul
knocked from my hands.
picked up and freed
heart and soul
from the gutter´s debris –
- To Reiner -
Stars are hanging
like glistening pearls
at the bosom of heaven.
The coat of the night
covers my bareness,
which is as pale
as the light of the moon.
Selene has lost her soul.…
Übersetzung ins Englische von Erich Vio
If you came
deformed, a cripple,
I would hasten to open my door
to let you in.
If you came
despised, defamed and rejected,
I would receive you with joy in my…
Sometimes I feel I never could climb up a tree
and then I climbed up already three.
Sometimes I feel so tiny and small
like standing in front of a big wall.
Suddenly the wall is opening like a door,
and I see me…
Walkin' in the brooding heat
I feel as though l' s canned.
Walking through that desert
my thoughts are growing lame.
If the moon should rise again
and the sun could stay -
if a man made love all night…
Lighter than a draft I was.
Just your breath
made me tremble.
I turned around
toward your thoughts
and your glance
made me dance -
I'm not sure what I am doing yet,
I just did not find my way, I think.
They talk a lot and they smile constantly.
Am I going to be a part of that?
Do I have to be the same
or could I change the rules a bit?
Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone
With no green weight of laurels round his head,
But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,
And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan
For sins no bleating victim can atone,
So deeply rooted, high unfolded
So straight grown and yet devoted
In every tree, there breathes life
Just go to him with all your strife
Touch and lean on this old being
Take your time and sense and see him
In the middle
I do not
I do not
Sometimes I wanna be free
like an old wildlife tree.
Sometimes I never would be alone
like an once lonesome stone.
Sometimes I dreamed of a new world
where God is there and the streets are of gold
one of the Orient’s oldest
and most beautiful important cities
inhabited for thousands of years
by generations after generations
of craftsmen, merchants, artists, dynasties,
famous architects of all styles and…
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and…
a morning breeze draws gentle ripples on the sea
dancing and glittering in the sun
at times more serious wrinkles
on the puckered surface indicate
strong deeper currents down below
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught
Of all the great things men have saved from Time,
The withered body of a girl was brought
Dead ere the world's glad youth had touched its prime,
And seen by lonely Arabs…
are the key
to your soul
Cautiously, I open
door after door
And the echo of my words
lingers on in space
Then I see you
take my words
and hold them
in your hands…
Heute ist Bloomsday, ihr Lieben,
… and I swear, if I' ll be able to go
- somehow - I' ll go down …
all the funny small streets which
are surrounded with blue, violet and yellow
houses and all the rosesgardens
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
I listened within myself
and heard the sounds of bells.
On wings of birds
and shining gleam
I slid into the sea.
And when I had emerged again
I knew – there was no doubt in me –
that klinging deep down in…
How strong it seems, with so much gone
Of life and love, to stil live on !
- John Greenleaf Whittier -
After midnight the house becomes a tomb of silence,
the spider sleeps ln the darkness behind…
Ah, not this marble, dead and cold:
Far from its base and shaft expanding—the round zones circling,
Thou, Washington, art all the world's, the continents' entire—
not yours alone, America,
Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly
And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown
From antique reeds to common folk unknown:
And often launched our bark upon that sea
Which the nine Muses hold in empery,
a special light
is in your eyes
illuminates my soul
and makes me feel
it only shines for me
I am aware
that others, too,
feel deeply touched
by your bright radiance
I neither claim
I don’t like it here under this rock;
No food, no drink, and I can’t even talk.
"God will preserve thee," soothed the apostle.
I died, and I wonder, "Perhaps as a fossil?"
A lady from Old Pasture Lane,
gained publicity and fame,
for she was an amateur sleuth,
eager to reveal the truth.
Miss Marple is astute and quirky,
clears murder cases tough and murky.
Her closest friend is…
I found you, helpless tree -
swaying and dancing in wind,
all the branches full of dreams
I could see
and many drops of dew on them.
When I saw you again
you were without life and destroyed,
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day.
From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better,…
Sonnet for Monique
Hear what a fool you’ve made of me: impelled,
I tune this corny sonnet to the chord
your silver bracelets tingled when you held
me in your arms. Encircled ears implored
for any help…
He fought with Death upon the stage of Life
teasing his great Opponent, whom he sought
on foreign battlefields, in civil strife
where people freedom's losing battles fought.
Wounded by shells and bullets, caught with ease…
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