Mein Norden - November

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November

Bin heut im erstarrten Garten gewesen,

Wo ich in Deinem Auge einst Lieder gelesen;

Wo die Biene den Tropfen Seligkeit sog,

Und wie ein Stückchen Himmel der Schmetterling flog.

Wo der Mond aufstieg wie der Liebe Lob,

Wie ein Herz das sich von der Erde hob,

Und wo jetzt die Wurzeln der Blumen verwesen,

Hab ich in toten Blättern noch Lieder gelesen.

Max Dauthendey (1867 - 1918), deutscher Dichter und Maler

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Mitte November und es wird draußen immer ungemütlicher, trüber und kälter. Buß- und Bettag stehen vor der Tür und dann der Totensonntag. Zeit sich ins gemütliche Innen zurückzuziehen, Gedichte und alte Romane wieder mal lesen. Langsam die Adventsdekoration hervorzuholen, Kerzen anzünden und sich auch mal der Ruhe hingeben. 

Ich wünsche Euch ein gemütliches Wochenende,

herzlichst

Isabella 

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autumn's delights

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Autumn is the mellower season,

and what we lose in flowers

we more than gain in fruits.

Samuel Butler

And one lovely thing more about Autumn are the amazing sundowns we have during this special season direct behind our garden. 

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'To Autumn'

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‘To Autumn’

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells…

John Keats

Ich wünsche Euch allen einen wunderbaren, goldenen Herbst
und den Freunden auf der anderen Seite der Welt eine herrlichen Frühling
mit vielen leuchtenden Augenblicken.

Wishing You Warmth

And Joy In This Wonderful Season.

Happy Fall! Happy Spring! 

cordially yours, 

isabella 

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All aglow!

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"Just before the death of flowers,

And before they are buried in snow,

There comes a festival season

When nature is all aglow."

-   Author Unknown

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Autumn Garden

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"In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil.  And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November."

-   Rose G. Kingsley

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don't fall

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don't fall

my last leaf

dance before it ends

inside

a crowd

of golden songs

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Der scheidende Sommer - Heinrich Heine

Der scheidende Sommer

Das gelbe Laub erzittert,

Es fallen die Blätter herab;

Ach, alles was hold und lieblich,

Verwelkt und sinkt ins Grab.

Die Gipfel des Waldes umflimmert

Ein schmerzlicher Sonnenschein;

Das mögen die letzten Küsse

des scheidenden Sommers sein.

Mir ist, als müßt ich weinen

Aus tiefstem Herzensgrund;

Dies Bild erinnert mich wieder

An unsere Abschiedsstund'.

Ich mußte von dir scheiden,

Und wußte, du stürbest bald;

Ich war der scheidende Sommer,

Du warst der sterbende Wald.

Heinrich Heine, 1797 - 1856

Farewell

English Translation © Richard Stokes

The yellow leaves are trembling,
The leaves are fluttering down,
Ah, all that’s fair and lovely
Must wither into the grave.

A painful sunbeam glimmers
Round the treetops in the forest;
That could be the final kiss
Of departing summer.

I feel as if I ought to weep
From the depths of my heart;
This scene again reminds me
Of when we said goodbye.

I had to take my leave of you,
And knew that you’d soon die;
I was the parting summer,
You were the dying forest.


Translations by Richard Stokes, author of The Book of Lieder (Faber, 2005)

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“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.”

― Jim Bishop

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Vibrations in the soul

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Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. 
The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul. 

- Wassily Kandinsky

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my Garden in Autumn

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Autumn 

The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still, 

On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill, 

The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot; 

Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot. 

The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread, 

The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead. 

The fallow fields glitter like water indeed, 

And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed. 

Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun, 

And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run; 

Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; 

Whoever looks round sees Eternity there. 

BY JOHN CLARE

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