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.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,woods
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.
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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