Gedichte.

by Nikolaus Lenau, Hansgeorg Schmidt-Bergmann

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Genres: Poetry

328 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1993

Reviews

[Nicolas · Rating 5 out of 5]

„(…) Auf dem Teich, dem regungslosen,
Weilt des Mondes holder Glanz,
Flechtend seine bleichen Rosen
In des Schilfes grünen Kranz.

Hirsche wandeln dort am Hügel,
Blicken in die Nacht empor;
Manchmal regt sich das Geflügel
Träumerisch im tiefen Rohr.

Weinend muß mein Blick sich senken;
Durch die tiefste Seele geht
Mir ein süßes Deingedenken,
Wie ein stilles Nachtgebet!“

[Iamthesword · Rating 4 out of 5]

Lenau's poems are very 19th century. Very emotional, a lot of longing, a lot of nature. If that's not for you at all, stay away. But if you can enjoy it at least a bit, there might be something for you here. Because there is a certain roughness in the world he describes. There are the landscapes of Hungary, mountains and forests, that ooze a somber darkness. And there is the Age of Revolutions bubbling beyond the surface, the revolutionaries on the run after the failed uprising in South Tyrol. There is the grandeur of ideas, idealism and romanticism. But there is also a reality that might not hold up to them. There is always a tension between the ideal and reality, and Lenau's poems are strong in portraying them. It's poetry that is driven by emotions, and at times it can feel a bit over the top, but the reflection of that tension made it work for me.