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Chill Penury And Winter’s Power – Walther von der Vogelweide

Chill penury and winter’s power Upon my soul so hard have prest, That I would fain have seen no more The red flow’rs that the meadows drest: Yet, truth! ’twere hard, if I were gone, Upon the merry-making throng, That … Continue reading

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Under The Lime Tree – Walther von der Vogelweide

Under the lime tree On the heather, Where we had shared a place of rest, Still you may find there, Lovely together, Flowers crushed and grass down-pressed. Beside the forest in the vale, Tándaradéi, Sweetly sang the nightingale. I came … Continue reading

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Poem – On the Critical Attitude

The critical attitude Strikes many people as unfruitful That is because they find the state Impervious to their criticism But what in this case is an unfruitful attitude Is merely a feeble attitude. Give criticism arms And states can be … Continue reading

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Poem – Not What was Meant

When the Academy of Arts demanded freedom Of artistic expression from narrow-minded bureaucrats There was a howl and a clamour in its immediate vicinity But roaring above everything Came a deafening thunder of applause From beyond the Sector boundary. Freedom! … Continue reading

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Poem – A Worker Reads History

Who built the seven gates of Thebes? The books are filled with names of kings. Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone? And Babylon, so many times destroyed. Who built the city up each time? In … Continue reading

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Poem – The Mark of Evil

On my wall hangs a Japanese carving, The mask of an evil demon, decorated with gold lacquer. Sympathetically I observe The swollen veins of the forehead, indicating What a strain it is to be evil.

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Poem – To Those Born After

I To the cities I came in a time of disorder That was ruled by hunger. I sheltered with the people in a time of uproar And then I joined in their rebellion. That’s how I passed my time that … Continue reading

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