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.
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 - -…
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.
heart and soul
knocked from my hands.
picked up and freed
heart and soul
from the gutter´s debris –
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…
Lighter than a draft I was.
Just your breath
made me tremble.
I turned around
toward your thoughts
and your glance
made me dance -
over millennia the question
what is beauty
has occupied the minds
of great philosophers
museums, galleries, and private homes
as well as public monuments
display the sculptures, paintings, texts,…
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…
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…
Let’s start with a little experiment
Just to show what I really meant
Think of having a daughter
In the past six years you have raised her
She made a painting for you
And now what do you do?
In your eyes it is…
A cup of coffee
and only for me
that's my daily procession
within a five minute session
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,…
My soul is courage flying like a dove.
My soul is wisdom and knowledge bursting like a horse galloping.
My soul is understanding like a puppy.
My soul is graceful like a dolphin swimming in the sea.
My soul sings like…
- 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.…
the year is new
most wishes old
and have been told before
yet hope dies last
let‘s have a blast
offer a toast
to all times past
and a hearty cheer
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,
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
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…
drops falling steadily
upon a misty world
far more than fifty shades of green
dazzle your senses
trees bushes flowers
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…
I heard the wind, I heard the earth
I heard the cries of a mother’s birth
I heard the stream, I heard the leaves
I heard the bells of Christmas Eves
I heard the sea, I heard the fire,
I heard a song of an Irish lyre…
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…
our classic tales of war and victory
tell stories of substantial gains
in land, human resources, treasures,
from Homer, Cesar, Charles the Great,
to Ghengis Khan, Napoleon,
the Spanish, then the British empires, etc…
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,
The sun arised this morning
Daylight is whispering
a new song
life is all along.
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?"
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
this reveal my equality!
my damaged brain read my mind.
I can't get your affection.
my disturbed melody
hangs desperate in a spider net.
the truth of nothing
somebody confuse my insurance –…
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,…
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,
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…
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