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Poet: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTU VWZ poems Ferdinand Ernst Albert Avenarius Hiking and becoming" leaves from the Alps New At a summit POEMS poems seldom read poetry Find Topics & Times Random poem poet Gallery atwood rope EDITORIAL guest book poem of the day post Hufige Questions Contact Imprint KNOW technical terms at a summit in horrible immensity Located far the Alps a wild sea, to ice frozen, as did a magic curse The himmelstrmenden Hupter titanium, atwood rope the silver, the waves spellbound to death alone. Even the vultures plunges whistling down to far from everlasting ice the secure haven for looking for his brood, The echo of itself fled cheer, The impending dangers by the way yourself from the breast of the wanderer wrests here: It echoes frightening and hoarse fortm That frder shy as in the presence of corpses, hardly the mouth dares to whisper. . . From the pall WEIEN snow blinded, shudder The eye jh back to results since emerged up from far grave with serious atwood rope look the saga, The long already climbed the Alps Silberfirnen before the first human foot. Here was once a living Grne world, Here catch birds in the trees crowns, brooks Here buzzed through the seed mats, Here matured grapes golden juice of the grape, here blhten flowers more beautiful, because in the valley , Here blhten people atwood rope happier, because everyone in pain-free paradise earth. Then came the guilt in their circle. Died In thunder and lightning became her happiness, her Lenz Ward ewger winter, their world a grave and leads to the winds silence still today yourself shy of crossing atwood rope himself stray hunter deep under the ice a half whimper, half-Kl ffen, meadow howls at the corpse atwood rope of his master, the dog Starving. In seltnen atwood rope hours only, though the sun sank in the west, and even descends first dark ring to the valleys, awakened, what died once here. Then astonishment leuchtets from the night in purple on, and most of the villages down below, Gather the people Schaar And speaking of Alpenglhn. But no one knows what is happening here, still no news reached by short festival of beauty auferstandnen the people. For who sees these heights the evening, sees no tomorrow.
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