A Parable Poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Frankfurt am Main
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Frankfurt am Main
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A Parable

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I PICKED a rustic nosegay lately,
And bore it homewards, musing greatly;
When, heated by my hand, I found
The heads all drooping tow'rd the ground.
I plac'd them in a well-cool'd glass,
And what a wonder came to pass
The heads soon raised themselves once more.
The stalks were blooming as before,
And all were in as good a case
As when they left their native place.




So felt I, when I wond'ring heard
My song to foreign tongues transferr'd.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael O''Gorman 10 May 2019

Johann puts into a beautiful verse a noted and annoying defect that is expressed in the saying- LOST IN TRANSLATION. So true.

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John Tiong Chunghoo 23 July 2006

lovely wolfgang. nosegay, so beautiful as your verses. write us more.

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Frankfurt am Main
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