Evening Sang Poem by Alan Ingranazzio

Evening Sang



Owre a'hilltops is quiet.
Just have a sight:
Unes an air.
Little birds in woods are still,
Wait fair.
Soon rest ye til.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It is translation to Scots of Goethe's ''Abendlied''
Über allen Gipfeln
Ist Ruh,
In allen Wipfeln
Spürest du
Kaum einen Hauch;
Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde.
Warte nur, balde
Ruhest du auch.
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