Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY RIVER, by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE Poet's Biography First Line: River! My river in the young sunshine! Last Line: The holy stars of god! Alternate Author Name(s): Moricke, Eduard Friedrich Subject(s): Inland Waters; Rivers | ||||||||
RIVER! my river in the young sunshine! Oh, clasp afresh in thine embrace This longing, burning frame of mine, And kiss my breast, and kiss my face! So -- there! -- Ha, ha! -- already in thine arms! I feel thy love -- I shout -- I shiver; But thou outlaughest loud a flouting song, proud river, And now again my bosom warms! The droplets of the golden sunlight glide Over and off me, sparkling, as I swim Hither and thither down thy mellow tide, Or loll amid its crypts with outstretched limb; I fling abroad my arms, and lo! Thy wanton waves curl slyly round me; But ere their loose chains have well bound me, Again they burst away and let me go! O sun-loved river! wherefore dost thou hum, Hum, hum alway, thy strange, deep, mystic song Unto the rocks and strands? -- for they are dumb, And answer nothing as thou flowest along, Why singest so all hours of night and day? Ah, river! my best river! thou, I guess, art seeking Some land where souls have still the gift of speaking With nature in her own old wondrous way! Lo! highest heaven looms far below me here; I see it in thy waters, as they roll, So beautiful, so blue, so clear, 'T would seem, O river mine, to be thy very soul! Oh, could I hence dive down to such a sky, Might I but bathe my spirit in that glory, So far outshining all in ancient fairy story, I would indeed have joy to die! What on cold earth is deep as thou? Is aught? Love is as deep, love only is as deep: Love lavisheth all, yet loseth, lacketh naught; Like thee, too, love can neither pause nor sleep. Roll on, thou loving river, thou! Lift up Thy waves, those eyes bright with a riotous laughing! Thou makest me immortal! I am quaffing The wine of rapture from no earthly cup! At last thou bearest me, with soothing tone, Back to thy bank of rosy flowers: Thanks, then, and fare thee well! Enjoy thy bliss alone! And through the year's melodious hours Echo forever from thy bosom broad All glorious tales that sun and moon be telling: And woo down to their soundless fountain dwelling The holy stars of God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL TO A WOMAN GLANCING UP FROM THE RIVER by LARRY LEVIS TWO-RIVER LEDGER by KHALED MATTAWA HE FINDS THE MANSION by JAMES MCMICHAEL THE RIVERS by CLARIBEL ALEGRIA VERMILION FLYCATCHER, SAN PEDRO RIVER, ARIZONA by MARGARET ATWOOD THE PORCH OVER THE RIVER by WENDELL BERRY THE RIVER BRIDGED AND FORGOT by WENDELL BERRY BEAUTY ROHTRAUT by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE |
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