<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=338076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nekropolis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A city is standing in the waves<br>That rose from deepest lair,<br>There each of the houses the water laves<br>And kisses each marble stair;<br>There palaces stand in their glory's pride<br>And gilded is pillar and wall,<br>But over the battlements far and wide<br>Destruction is brooding for all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No sound of wheel or of hoof is known<br>The lion to wake from his dream,<br>But low from the Lido the night-winds moan<br>And sea-gulls ocean-wards scream.<br>The moon makes silver the silent tide,<br>The gondolas glide their way,<br>And sea-weeds on the water ride--<br>Like storm-tossed corpses stray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh pearl, thou of all in the deep most fair,<br>Thou beauty out of the sea,<br>Where are thy daughters with golden hair.<br>Thy sons oh where may they be?<br>And where is thy splendor, the gleam of thy gold,<br>That all the earth would dread?<br>The arts that so many a heart would hold?<br>Where is thy realm? With the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By night, though, the greatest canal along<br>Where flickering night-lights play<br>Rise sounds like whisp'ring and amorous song<br>Of shades that deserted stray.<br>Frolicking swarms of masks whirl round<br>Upon the piazza near by,<br>And clashing swords on the Riva resound;<br>The masts are dark'ning the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seems as if from the night and deep<br>Had risen the Venice of old.<br>The sea-wind wakes and the wave from sleep,<br>Her corpse to rock and to hold.<br>The sea is rising, with passionate arms<br>There by the canal-bed to cling,<br>As if the young spouse with his kisses and charms<br>To beauty new life should bring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isolde+Kurz">Isolde Kurz</a>, translated by Margarete Münsterberg<div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=338076" data-title="Nekropolis de Isolde Kurz" data-description="A city is standing in the waves/That rose from deepest lair,/There each of the houses the water laves/And kisses each marble stair;/There palaces stand in their glory's pride/And gilded is pillar and wall,/But over the battlements far and wide/Des..."></div> </div> </div>

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