Stefan Anton George
Stefan Anton George Poems
- Come To The Park They Say Is D...
- Hyperion I journeyed home: such flood of blossoms never Had ...
- Danksagung Die sommerwiese dürrt von arger flamme. Auf einem...
- Giving Thanks The summer field is parched with evil ...
- Visit Sun with a mellower fall Plot of your garden ...
- Komm In Den Totgesagten Park U... Komm in den ...
- Hyperion (In German) Ich kam zur heimat: solch gewog von ...
George was born in Bingen in Germany in 1868. He spent time in Paris, where he was among the writers and artists who attended the Tuesday soireés held by the poet Stéphane Mallarmé. He began to publish poetry in the 1890s, while in his twenties. George founded and edited an important literary magazine called Blätter für die Kunst. He was also at the center of an influential literary and academic circle known as the Georgekreis, which included many of the leading young writers of the day, (e.g., Friedrich Gundolf and Ludwig Klages). In addition to sharing cultural interests, the circle reflected mystical and political themes. George knew and befriended the "Bohemian Countess" of ... more »
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Come To The Park They Say Is Dead, And View
Come to the park they say is dead, and view
The shimmer of the smiling shores beyond,
The stainless clouds with unexpected blue
Diffuse a light on motley path and pond.
The tender grey, the burning yellow seize
Of birch and boxwood, mellow is the breeze.
Not wholly do the tardy roses wane,
So kiss and gather them and wreathe the chain.
The purple on the twists of wilding vine,
The last of asters you shall not forget,
And what of living verdure lingers yet,
Around the autumn vision lightly twine.