Der alte Glaube zündet Kerzen an in jedem Haus, die brutale Wahrheit pustet sie im Vorbeigehen wieder aus.
The old faiths light their candles all about, but burly Truth comes by and puts them out.
Zu hören, dass es dem Nachbarn schlechter ging als einem selbst, war keine komplett unangenehme Erfahrung.
To hear that your neighbor was worse off than yourself was not an altogether unpleasant experience.
Glad that I live am I;
That the sky is blue;
Glad for the country lanes,
And the fall of dew.
That the sky is blue;
Glad for the country lanes,
And the fall of dew.
The sun pours out like wine.
Poesie, mehr als jede andere Kunst, außer Musik, berührt uns auf eine spirituelle Weise.
For poetry, more than any other art, except music, has a compelling hold upon the spiritual side of life.
None of us ever escape the first few years of our lives. They make a mould into which we are cast, and though it may be broken, and we turned loose, some remnant of it, some intangible evil or lovely thing or both, will remain with us, like the odor to a flower, or the smoothness to a piece of ivory. It is part of the immortality of youth.
