Annette Von Droste-Hulshoff
Annette Von Droste-Hulshoff Poems
- The Last Day Of The Year (New ...
- Oh, Night! Oh night, you canopy of embroidered gold! Oh ...
- Moonrise I leant upon the balcony rail And there, for your ...
- Last Words Belovèd, when my spirit has departed, Lose no ...
- Farewell Farewell! There can be no other way. Let your ...
- In The Grass Sweet peace, sweet delight of grass, Of its ...
- The Boy on the Moor How dreadful it is to go over the ...
Annette von Droste-Hülshoff ( January 10, 1797 – May 25, 1848) was a 19th century German author, and one of the most important German poets.
She was born at the family seat castle Burg Hülshoff (now a part of Havixbeck) inside the Prince-Bishopric of Münster into an aristocratic, Catholic family of Westphalia. She was educated by private tutors and began to write as a child, but did not publish any of her work until she was forty years old. Among her best-known writings are the cycle of poems Das geistliche Jahr (The Spiritual Year) and the novella Die Judenbuche (The Jew's Beech).
Her early intellectual training was largely influenced by her cousin, Clemens August ... more »
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The Last Day Of The Year (New Year's Eve)
The year at its turn,
the whirring thread unrolls.
One hour more, the last today,
and what was living time is scrolls
of dust dropping into a grave.
I wait in stern
silence. O deep night!
Is there an open eye?
Time, your flowing passage shakes
these walls. I shiver, my
one need is to observe. Night wakes
in solitude. I light
my eyes to all
that I have done and thought.
All that was in my head and heart
now stands like sullen rot
at Heaven's door. Victory in part -
the rest a fall
into dark wind
whipping my house! Yes, ...