Franz Werfel Poems
- Morning Hymn I am not dead. Through slit and crack The ...
- The Faithful One So many play with you, You play with the ...
- The Snowfall Oh the slow fall of snow, Its unending ...
- One Hour Ater The Dance Of Dea... I lay in the abyss, where ...
- Das Bleibende Solang noch der Tatrawind leicht slowakische ...
- The Creature's Stare You stroke the fur of the big fine ...
- Dance Of Death Death has taken me out for a swing. At first ...
Franz Viktor Werfel was an Austrian-Bohemian novelist, playwright, and poet whose career spanned World War I, the Interwar period, and World War II. He is primarily known as the author of The Forty Days of Musa Dagh (1933, English tr. 1934, 2012), a novel based on events that took place during the Armenian Genocide of 1915, and The Song of Bernadette (1941), a novel about the life and visions of the French Catholic saint Bernadette Soubirous, which was made into a Hollywood film of the same name.
Born in Prague (then part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire), Werfel was the first of three children of a wealthy Jewish manufacturer of gloves and leather goods, Rudolf... more »
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I am not dead. Through slit and crack
The piercing ray only glanced me,
And in the glow of self-possession
I survive once more once again.
Through open shutters with waves surges
A blue that does not look blue to me.
Like a baby the air's nursed itself
Full of the sun's milk that melts down.
On the sea a steamer's whistle
Blows like a rutting stag.
From mountains flashes a secret army's
I am not dead. I'd like to shout loud
On this day of who gets mercy,
That today each of my sails fills
Themselves once more ...