Next Year's Spring

THE bed of flowers

Loosens amain,
The beauteous snowdrops

Droop o'er the plain.
The crocus opens

Its glowing bud,
Like emeralds others,

Others, like blood.
With saucy gesture

Primroses flare,
And roguish violets,

Hidden with care;
And whatsoever

There stirs and strives,
The Spring's contented,

If works and thrives.

'Mongst all the blossoms

That fairest are,
My sweetheart's sweetness

Is sweetest far;
Upon me ever

Her glances light,
My song they waken,

My words make bright,
An ever open

And blooming mind,
In sport, unsullied,

In earnest, kind.
Though roses and lilies

By Summer are brought,
Against my sweetheart

Prevails he nought.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Comments (7)

He just doesn't say - the flowers are blooming- - he gets into their individuality: - - - - - - - - - - -The beauteous snowdrops Droop o'er the plain. - - - - - - - - - - -The crocus opens Its glowing bud, - - - - - - - - - - -Others, like blood. With saucy gesture - - - - - - - - - - -Primroses flare, And roguish violets, Hidden with care; - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Goethe takes care with the details of life and nature which makes his love protestations so much sweeter
.......a dreamy write with beautiful diction ★
Would be manifestations of nature in next year's spring portrayed through superb imagery by the great poet. Thanks for sharing here.
Needs the German alongside. Another of these 'distant beloveds' that populate the Goethe canon.
And this will continue for many more years to come....Nice poem, thanks for sharing.
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