Conrad ferdinand meyer poems for mothers

  • Meyer's early poetry reflects the concerns of his fiction with its emphasis on the great protagonists of the Renaissance and the Reformation, a stage that.
  • Conrad Ferdinand Meyer (October 11, 1825 – November 28, 1898) was a Swiss poet and master of realism chiefly remembered for stirring narrative ballads.
  • With this poem by Swiss poet Conrad Ferdinand Meyer, I bid you farewell for a time.

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    Secret Letter

    Excerpts

    Erika Burkart

    Evening Parlour

    Evening parlour, it's dawning,
    under the blanket, the Movement, golden,
    stirs, turns, has wings,
    sparkles and sparks, falls into darkness, behaves.
    The life thread ravels.
    You sense, I sense, we cocoon
    ourselves in a wordlessness.
    The Movement blinks, we speak, we bring
    picture after picture into the winter parlour,
    now you can talk, now you're free
    from quarrels with Mother,
    now I'm free of my Father-fear.
    The deer, eyes in the window,
    stare, know, like children,
    not what they see.
    Their bobbing bodies, the wittering warns us —
    vanish like wind, are one with the forest
    that grows into the room, that takes back
    men and things.

    Three-eyed, the house stands sentinel beneath a helmet of snow,
    the Movement sways in the branches,
    magic birds and mad stars,
    and behind, our mirrored faces, —
    on a öppning, speckled
    by a distant light,
    shadows fumble
    in the night before.





    Work

    The white night looks in
    through

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    Conrad Ferdinand Meyer

    Swiss poet and historical novelist (1825–1898)

    Conrad Ferdinand Meyer (11 October 1825 – 28 November 1898) was a Swiss poet and historical novelist,[1] a master of literary realism who is mainly remembered for stirring narrative ballads like "Die Füße im Feuer" (The Feet in the Fire).

    Biography

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    Meyer was born in Zürich. His father, who died early, was a statesman and historian, while his mother was a highly cultured woman. Throughout his childhood two traits were observed that later characterized the man and the poet: he had a most scrupulous regard for neatness and cleanliness, and he lived and experienced more deeply in memory than in the immediate present.[2] He suffered from bouts of mental illness, sometimes requiring hospitalization; his mother, similarly but more severely afflicted, killed herself.[citation needed]

    Having finished the gymnasium, he took up the study of law, but history and the humani

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    ~ Lory ~

    This poem was written after a retreat at the Alcyon Center in Maine some years ago. Walking their outdoor labyrinth brought me this experience of how confusion and disintegration can be transformed when we simply focus on our next step, one at a time. As we enter into the turning point of the year, in … Continue reading Labyrinth

    ~ Lory ~

    I've continued to send out my poems to online and print publications, and I'm thrilled that some of them have been published in the last few months. Here are links to poems you can read online: "Time Change" - poem in Amethyst Review "Mother" - a poem in The Way Back To Ourselves (previously published … Continue reading “A poem’s not a thing” – Some recent poetry publications

    ~ Lory ~

    I'm delighted to announce that my poem "Geode" was published in Part II of the Winter Collection at Ekstasis, an online literary magazine conceived by the folks at Christianity Today as a kind of "di

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