Answers In A Game Of Questions Poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Answers In A Game Of Questions
THE LADY.
IN the small and great world too,
What most charms a woman's heart?
It is doubtless what is new,
For its blossoms joy impart;
Nobler far is what is true,
For fresh blossoms it can shoot
Even in the time of fruit.
THE YOUNG GENTLEMAN.
With the Nymphs in wood and cave
Paris was acquainted well,
Till Zeus sent, to make him rave,
Three of those in Heav'n who dwell;
And the choice more trouble gave
Than e'er fell to mortal lot,
Whether in old times or not.
THE EXPERIENCED.
Tenderly a woman view,
And thoult win her, take my word;
He who's quick and saucy too,
Will of all men be preferr'd;
Who ne'er seems as if he knew
If he pleases, if he charms,--
He 'tis injures, he 'tis harms.
THE CONTENTED.
Manifold is human strife,
Human passion, human pain;
Many a blessing yet is rife,
Many pleasures still remain.
Yet the greatest bliss in life,
And the richest prize we find,
Is a good, contented mind.
THE MERRY COUNSEL.
He by whom man's foolish will
Is each day review'd and blamed,
Who, when others fools are still,
Is himself a fool proclaim'd,--
Ne'er at mill was beast's back press'd
With a heavier load than he.
What I feel within my breast
That in truth's the thing for me!
Human passion, human pain; Many a blessing yet is rife, Many pleasures still remain. Yet the greatest bliss in life, ......superb; written greatly; in pain has many blessing, in rife has real life, in sorrow has happiness, in difficulties have solutions, in every question has answer, just need inquisitive mind and truthful doer.....brilliant philosophical poem
In a question and answer type way of expressing ideas about a lady, gentleman, experienced one, contended one with the merry counsel needs thorough understanding of each one's nature pretty well. Poet Goethe has done well indeed! Something new in poetic genre this method of composition! Thanks for sharing this here!
He by whom man's foolish will Is each day review'd and blamed, Who, when others fools are still, Is himself a fool proclaim'd, - Ne'er at mill was beast's back press'd With a heavier load than he. the great Goethe of Germany
Yet the greatest bliss in life, And the richest prize we find, Is a good, contented mind...……….A wise saying!
Ways of life! ! Muse of mankind on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Superb poem.. Human passion, human pain; Many a blessing yet is rife, Many pleasures still remain. Yet the greatest bliss in life,