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Mischievous Joy, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Mischievous Joy of a butterfly  Image : Nigel Borrington

Mischievous Joy of a butterfly
Image : Nigel Borrington

Mischievous Joy

Poem by : Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

AS a butterfly renew’d,

When in life I breath’d my last,
To the spots my flight I wing,
Scenes of heav’nly rapture past,
Over meadows, to the spring,
Round the hill, and through the wood.

Soon a tender pair I spy,
And I look down from my seat
On the beauteous maiden’s head–
When embodied there I meet
All I lost as soon as dead,
Happy as before am I.

Him she clasps with silent smile,
And his mouth the hour improves,
Sent by kindly Deities;
First from breast to mouth it roves,
Then from mouth to hands it flies,
And I round him sport the while.

And she sees me hov’ring near;
Trembling at her lovers rapture,
Up she springs–I fly away,
“Dearest! let’s the insect capture
Come! I long to make my prey
Yonder pretty little dear!”

4 responses

  1. Wonderful. I was drawn to Goethe (along with the other Sturm und Drang Romantics) as a young man and am returning to him as I approach old age. Fabulous picture.

    June 9, 2015 at 10:22 am

    • Hello Simon πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      The pleasure of age and time to read again πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ , – don’t tell anyone HAHAHA !!!

      Thank you , very pleased you enjoyed this post πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      June 9, 2015 at 10:28 am

  2. Perfect match of poetry and image.

    June 10, 2015 at 9:43 am

    • Hello πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      Thank you πŸ™‚ very pleased you enjoyed πŸ™‚

      June 10, 2015 at 2:53 pm

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