What is your favorite poem or who is your favorite poet?
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If (If) by Rudyard Kipling
Two rows of them are in the Wimbledon tennis temple.
If you keep your head and all the others
Lose him and say you’re guilty!
If no one believes you, only you trust
and you bear her mistrust in patience.
And if you can wait and don’t get tired
and who still loves you,
you were not lying with lies
and do not give you too wise despite wisdom. If you don’t lose yourself in your dreams
and you will not be aimless in your spirit
if you take triumph and defeat,
both of them are welcome.
When you speak the words you speak
made of fools
and see your life’s work broken before you
when you start it. Put your profit on a card
and are not sad when you lose him
and you start from the front
and don’t say a word you’re risking.
When you force your heart and all senses
just do what you want
even if you think there is no more in there
besides the will of you, you can! If the crowd loves you and you still stay
if you honor the king and the beggar
if you can’t hurt enemy or friend
and you don’t deny the help.
If you are in an unforgivable minute
For sixty seconds:
Your is the world – and all that is in it
And what’s more – then you’re a man!
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The ants
Two ants lived in Hamburg,
They wanted to travel to Australia.
At Altona on the Chaussee,
Then the legs hurt them,
And they dismissed
Then on the last part of the trip.
(Joachim Ringelnatz)
—————–
The old had a conscience without knowledge;
we have knowledge without conscience.
Julius Wilhelm Zincgref
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(by Hermann Hesse)
How every flower grows and every youth
The age softens, blossoms every stage of life,
Blooms every wisdom and every virtue
At her time, and must not last forever.
It must be the heart of every life call
Be ready for departure and new beginnings,
To be brave and without sadness
In other, to give new bonds.
And every beginning lives a spell,
He protects us and helps us live.
We’re supposed to walk through the room,
Don’t hang on a home like that.
The spirit of the world does not want to unite us and narrow,
He wants us to take Stuf’ for a step.
We are hardly in a circle of life
And faithfully dwelling, so threatens to sleep;
Only who is ready to break up and travel,
Magnificent accusation escapes.
It may also be the death hour
send us new rooms young,
Life’s call to us will never end,
Well, heart, take farewell and healthy!
—————–
Thomas Brasch (1977)
I don’t want to lose what I have, but
Where I am, I don’t want to stay, but
I love, I don’t want to leave, but
I don’t want to see them anymore, but
Where I live, I don’t want to die, but
Where I die, I don’t want to go:
I want to stay where I’ve never been.
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Whether solid or loose,
the last drop always goes
in the pants
—–
The
old teeth were bad,
they started to rip them out.
The new ones were right,
to bite into the grass
[Heinz Erhardt]
I like Kristiane Allert-Wybranietz. These are poems that are sometimes great for quotes. This has put it together even under the name “Verschenktexte”. Here are some small examples:
Everyone is a candle attached at birth.
Only too many have been blown out by the winds of rules and norms, regulations and morality.
They’re not burning anymore.
Everyone is a flower.
Only a lot of fear of opening up… and crying to be unusable… without ever being too full of splendour.
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I was happy when you talked to me, I thought we could talk well.
But after you had presented a few sentences, I took off your words.
Why talk so little about big topics.
*
Many people walk side by side, alone, in the midst of many.
*
I feel lonely when I look for a hand and find only fists.
*
If we cover our bodies so we don’t freeze, I can understand.
But why do we cover our feelings, even if we feel that it gets colder?
*
If for me all the candles of courage are extinguished, then surely you are there that gives me a match to light a little hope.
Thanks for the small but fine selection of your favorite short texts! Nice thought, poetry as a gift, words as a soul warmer/dry and thought food.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost from 1915.
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was rampy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages so:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The poem was translated into German in various versions. One example of this is Paul Celan’s “The Unexperienced Way”.
Greeting, BerchGerch
Spontan:
“The Panther”
by Rilke.
so beautiful and sad at the same time
Jacques Prévert and Heinz Erhardt.
The former writes sad poems that I cannot cite now as they are in French.
Heinz Erhardt already:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YulEV-Q2Goc
Unfortunately, I don’t know the author.
Many years ago there was a free (because advertising-financed) magazine at the post office, in which young people could submit self-contained poems and aphorisms.
I have actually remembered one of them:
Someone says something, very quiet, but nobody listens.
Someone calls something, quite loud – and everyone calls.
Although the poem is likely to have on the hump for the 30 years, it still has an up-to-dateness that he is looking for.
The magazine was great. I’d picked it up a couple of times, and I’ve also submitted one of my poems. However, they had not published that.
I’m sorry:-(
I have – beside some of my own – two favorite poems:
White lilac
wet was the day – the black snails crawled,
But when the night went through the gardens,
The white lilac had broken up,
And over all walls he was hard.
And over all walls driped quietly
From pale grapes beads large and clear,
And was a scent around which the way
The nightingale was braided like gold.
Mignon
You know the land where the lemons blossom,
In the dark leaves the gold oranges glow,
A gentle wind blowing from the blue sky,
The myrtle is still and high of the laurel?
Do you know?
There, there,
I’ll kill you, O my beloved,
Do you know the house? His roof rests on columns,
It shines the hall, it shimmers the Gemach,
And marble paintings look and look at me:
What did you do, you poor child?
Do you know?
There, there.
I like to move with you, my protector.
Do you know the mountain and its ridge?
The mule searches his way in the fog.
The dragon lives in caves old brood.
The rock crashes and the floods over him.
Do you know him?
There, there.
Go our way.
Frederike Free
I have several favorite poets. Frederike I chose because she is less known and because her first band “Lost” inspired me to write poems myself.
This is an example:
TIME:
You read:
‘It’s war’
It’s war
And you read.
Wow!
That’s awesome. I’m flashed.
Hello,
that is always dependent on my mood, the season, etc. and also on what I am connecting with the respective poem, for example when / in what situation I have heard it for the first time, etc.
Currently it is the poem The tulip of Josef Guggenmoos
– which has introduced me in primary school (and this is already some years ago) a 1 and the referendarin has saved the examination. For this, she thanked me with a tulip bulb from which a tulip grew in the garden for many years in spring. –
Dark was all and night.
Deep in the Earth
the onion slept,
the brown.
What’s that for a pussy,
what is that for a rough,
thought the onion,
suddenly awakens.
What the birds sing
and hunt and dead?
packed by curiosity,
the onion has made a long neck
and looking around
with a pretty tulip face.
She laughed at the spring.
😉 AstridThePu
Autumn (Rainer Maria Rilke)
I admire the humorous poet and artist Wilhelm Busch for his works!
“Advent” by Loriot. 😀
Right! The part is really great:-)