readers of my Ethics Post know that I adore Eduard Moerike, this poet of quiet piety, who knows his Vita, white, how this man fought over a long period of his life to his destination, caught between a mother and sister and day job.
How hard it must be him who really wanted to be only a poet, have arrived, and pastor to be need. There may be forgiven, that his community - albeit without knowing it - the to hear a sermon or other was that he had borrowed from a colleague.
that, especially in Baden-Wuerttemberg, some school called after him, is therefore probably due less to his sermons, and more on a poetic language that children and adults, even in the inner children of adults, as they have a may allow affected.
long time, Mörike many, even many Germanists as representative of a typical German philistine. Today it is recognized that his work thematically and artistically much more lunged.
repeatedly refers in his poems expressed his deep piety. Here we find heartfelt words in a simple form as it may be true faith, hope and home.
And it looks closely, this simple form is yet so skillfully.
As in this poem Morike
the New Year
How secretly legally
An angel softly
With rosy feet
The earth enters
so approach the morning.
joyful noise to him, her pious
A holy Welcome!
A holy welcome
heart with mirth!
seis In it started
The moons and suns
At reigns, ever spinning blue
moves of heaven.
You, Father, do you rate!
guide and defense!
Lord, into Thy hands
beginning and end,
Let it all out!*
published in FreieWelt.net
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