Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WEYLA'S SONG, by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE Poet's Biography First Line: Thou art orplede, my land Last Line: Kings, thy worshipers and watchers mild. Alternate Author Name(s): Moricke, Eduard Friedrich Subject(s): Home; Praise; Travel; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
THOU art Orplede, my land Remotely gleaming; The mist arises from thy sun-bright strand To where the faces of the gods are beaming. Primeval rivers spring renewed Thy silver girdle weaving, child! Before the godhead bow subdued Kings, thy worshipers and watchers mild. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING BEAUTY ROHTRAUT by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE |
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