Joy
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A Dragon-Fly with beauteous wing
Is hov’ring o’er a silv’ry spring;
I watch its motions with delight,
Now dark its colours seem, now bright;
Chameleon-like appear, now blue,
Now red, and now of greenish hue.
Would it would come still nearer me,
That I its tints might better see
It hovers, flutters, resting ne’er!
But hush! it settles on the mead.
I have it safe now, I declare!
And when its form I closely view,
’Tis of a sad and dingy blue
Such, Joy-Dissector, is thy case indeed.
Live, love, and let it go...
Very wise: letting go. Thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem to share, Mary Lee - thank you.
ReplyDeleteI'm having the strangest reaction to this poem --- I don't want that ending at all! I guess I am not in the letting go mood... would rather sit for a while with that joyful second line. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI am in a season of letting go, moving toward all things new. (Or at least a new job at a new school...) Thanks for this lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you for including poetry!
ReplyDelete"Joy-dissector" is a great word. I guess I'm with Irene; loved the first stanza in particular. He does such a lovely job of setting a joyful mood.
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.[____].---{I like dragonflies very much, too}
It all comes and goes so quickly...poems like this and walks in graveyards give me perspective...thank you, Mary Lee. A.
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