Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

(28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832 / Frankfurt am Main)

April - Poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Eyes tell, tell me, what you tell me,
telling something all too sweet,
making music out of beauty,
with a question hidden deep.

Still I think I know your meaning,
there behind your pupils’ brightness,
love and truth are your heart’s lightness,
that, instead of its own gleaming,

would so truly like to greet,
in a world of dullness, blindness,
one true look of human kindness,
where two kindred spirits meet.


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  • Rookie Lenchen Elf (12/8/2004 9:01:00 AM)

    Lovely expression of the souls tentative reaching out for another (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 21, 2003



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