Herbst

Astern blühen schon im Garten;
Schwächer trifft der Sonnenpfeil
Blumen die den Tod erwarten
Durch des Frostes Henkerbeil.
Brauner dunkelt längst die Haide,
Blätter zittern durch die Luft.
Und es liegen Wald und Weide
Unbewegt im blauen Duft.
Pfirsich an der Gartenmauer,
Kranich auf der Winterflucht.
Herbstes Freuden, Herbstes Trauer,
Welke Rosen, reife Frucht.

by Detlev von Liliencron

Comments (6)

Your mind is rich and your poetic vibe is deep..keep it up!
Stunning in beauty and eloquence. Francisca being preoccupied and not paying attention to night's loveliness was expressed from the beginning but what occupied her was revealed in the most dramatic way at the end of the poem. Ecstasy of night and of her heartbeat came together in a most romantic, beautiful and poetic gesture.
Sometimes, you may sit amidst nature's splendour, yet, you have no eyes or ears for it. You are most preoccupied with your thoughts. Specially if it is your lover that you are waiting for. Most beautifully expressed through this poem Francisca by Byron.
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In the shadow of night! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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