Franz Werfel

(10 September 1890 – 26 August 1945 / Prague)

Franz Werfel Poems

1. The Patient 3/30/2012
2. I'M Still Just A Child 3/30/2012
3. Six Septets To Honor The Spring Of 1905 3/30/2012
4. At Old Railroad Stations 4/21/2010
5. The Ram 4/21/2010
6. The Creature's Stare 4/21/2010
7. The Snowfall 4/21/2010
8. Dance Of Death 4/21/2010
9. Das Bleibende 1/1/2004
10. Dead Friend Of My Youth 4/21/2010
11. The Faithful One 4/21/2010
12. One Hour Ater The Dance Of Death 4/21/2010
13. Morning Hymn 4/21/2010
Best Poem of Franz Werfel

Morning Hymn

I am not dead. Through slit and crack
The piercing ray only glanced me,
And in the glow of self-possession
I survive once more once again.

Through open shutters with waves surges
A blue that does not look blue to me.
Like a baby the air's nursed itself
Full of the sun's milk that melts down.

On the sea a steamer's whistle
Blows like a rutting stag.
From mountains flashes a secret army's
Visible-invisible birth.

I am not dead. I'd like to shout loud
On this day of who gets mercy,
That today each of my sails fills
Themselves once more ...

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