Thursday, February 24, 2011

The life, world, heart, stallion, tales, and poems



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The History of Napoleon Bonaparte, Vol. II, by John S.C. Abbott. With Maps and Numerous Illustrations. In Two Volumes. Harper & Brothers Publishers, New York and London (1902). 666 pages.

The World of Washington Irving, by Van Wyck Brooks. E.P. Dutton & Company, Inc (1944). “This is the first volume of a series which I hope to finish on the literary history of the United States. It is intended to precede The Flowering of New England. I am now planning a volume on the period of Walt Whitman and Herman Melville.” 387 pages.

The Heart of the Desert (Kut-le of the Desert), by Honoré Willsie. Author of “Still Jim.” With Frontispiece in Colors by W. Herbert Dunton. A.L. Burt Company, Publishers, 114-120 East Twenty-third Street, New York. Published by arrangement with Frederick A. Stokes Company (September 1913, sixth printing). “To Uncle Nile and Aunt Nellie, From Lydia and Lotta, New Years 1918.” 313 pages.

Roan Stallion, Tamar, and Other Poems, by Robinson Jeffers. The Modern Library, New York (1951). 295 pages.

The Canterbury Tales, by Geoffrey Chaucer. Translated into Modern English by Nevill Coghill. Penguin Books, Baltimore (1958, revised edition). 521 pages.

Bittersweet Poems of Henirich Heine. Newly translated by Joseph Auslander. Peter Pauper Press, Mount Vernon, New York (1956). 60 pages.


Wer zum ersten Male liebt

He who for the first time loves,
Though rejected, is a god;
He whom twice the passion moves,
Unrequited, is a clod.

Such a clod am I, but dafter,
To love thus despite denying;
Sun, moon, stars are rocked with laughter;
I am laughing too — and dying.


Recently Linked: My thanks to Lynn Behrendt for including yesterday’s dream, Ghost Notes, in the Annandale Dream Gazette.

Library Notes: Added The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Vol. 1 and Vol. 2.

In the Forum: the bittersweet birches not taken.

9 comments:

Bitch said...

Ich, ein solcher Narr, ich liebe
Wieder ohne Gegenliebe!
Sonne, Mond und Sterne lachen,
Und ich lache mit - und sterbe.

Such a deep poem of Heinrich Heine.
Thank you, William, for reminding!

William Michaelian said...

And thank you for this, Monika. It’s a lovely little book, full of beautiful, melancholy, funny twists and turns.

Old 333 said...

Neat!

William Michaelian said...

Hey, you comets really get around, don’t you.

Old 333 said...

Shmore oblong.

Two Tigers said...

Love the poem by Heine! He is one of my favorites, though I think I appreciated his romantic moodiness a lot more when I was 20 and I too felt like I was the sport of the gods as I died of (or for) love a dozen times a year!

William Michaelian said...

Oh, yes, Peter — it’s been many years, but I remember that from geometry.

Gabriella, I think once a month is an admirable record. In fact, you can just about set your heart by it!

erin said...

It' ok to be quite pathetic, isn't it? And aren't we all? Joke's not on, but with us.

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

It seems you’ve answered your own question, Erin. I will file this, quite happily, under Thinking Aloud.