Abendständchen
                                                                            von Clemens Brentano

                                                Hör, es klagt die Flöte wieder,
                                                Und die kühlen Brunnen rauschen.
                                                Golden wehn die Töne nieder,
                                                Stille, stille, laß uns lauschen!

                                                Holdes Bitten, mild Verlangen,
                                                Wie es süß zum Herzen spricht!
                                                Durch die Nacht, die mich umfangen,
                                                Blickt zu mir der Töne Licht.

     This page is currently under construction.  In the meantime, here's a link to poets reading their own work aloud (with visible text for easy listening).  And another site for Heinrich Heine .
 

        For a good overview of literary periods, try  Projekt Deutsche Lyrik and click on Epochen.

        No better introduction to literature than the first of Rilke's letters to a young poet.

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