AT first awhile sits he,

With calm, unruffled brow;
His features then I see,
Distorted hideously,--

An owl's they might be now.

What is it, askest thou?
Is't love, or is't ennui?

'Tis both at once, I vow.

(C) Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
03/11/2017


Best Poems of Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

• Prometheus
• The Dance Of Death
• Proximity
• Three Palinodias - 02 Conflict Of Wit And Beauty
• Book Of Suleika - Suleika 04
• The King Of Thule
• Hafis Name.
• From Iphigenia In Tauris
• Joy
• From The Mountain
• The Magic Net
• The Swiss Alps.
• Mignon
• Neither This Nor That
• Epiphanias
• Wedding Song
• Spirit Song Over The Waters
• The Farewell