I Loved Thee Not in Truth

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Fairwell fair lady, thou, mine fairy child,
Mine heart's retired, has become now mild
To a telling-tale, once lovely, once wild
But ails me no more, never 'gain bequiled
By thee and thy English, elfish ways;
No longer dwell I ill in such malaise.

 

Lady, I wooed thee twice with my word
And won thy love but did thee injury
With sights to win thee with newer chord
Sung ever in lies of praise and in reveling,
Killing thee with savor by many a sword;
This I now know--what is irony of similar accord.

 

'Twas thee whom I wished once to wed
An' strike the final nail to our lovers' bed,
Which I'd built thee from a Kansas oak,
The cutting, sanding, the varnish to soak
To make our nightly slumber shine amorously;
Fit for us, ha! Methinks this is perjury.

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I loved Thee not in Truth

Truth and Love need each other. One without the other can not live. (See my own poem on it.)
Your poem is a poignant description of a love that did ot live and the truth therefore is shaky too.
Beautifully expressed this great truth.
I am very happy you like Heine, Goethe, Schiller and other German Masters. I have many translations (poems of my mother ) rendered into English.
Glad to meet you. Keep writing!!!
Blessings
Elizabeth


Elizabeth Dandy

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Thank you for the commentary

Thank you for the commentary Elizabeth! Have you any poems written by you in your native German?
I forgot to mention Goethe on my profile but yes, I do enjoy him as well. The first poem I actually ever
read in German was his famous "Erlkoenig". My Gastmutter told me she had to memorize this poem as
a young girl in der Schuele. I'm looking forward to reading more of your work, which is very prolific.
Have you considered posting your mother's work in its original German?

Liebe Gruesse,
Corey

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Earlking

I Sang Schubert's Earlking countless times. Adapted from Goethe's poem. I stdied music, and hear the gallopping hooves of the horses with the father holding his dying child, gallopping, gallopping, claoop, clapp, clapp. I also traslated my mother's work .
We have a great heat wave. Crazed wthe the heat.I will be back later on.
Blessings to you meanwhile
ElizabethI


Elizabeth Dandy