G George Sylvester Viereck

George Sylvester Viereck

18 şiir · 1884 — 1962

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George Sylvester Viereck, a German-born American poet and magazine editor, held strongly pro-Nazi views. He used his weekly periodical The Fatherland during the First World War to spread Nazi propaganda. He was born on the last day of 1884 in Bavaria. His family circumstances suggested royal connections with one story indicating that George’s father may have been Kaiser Wilhelm I”s son. It was a somewhat disjointed upbringing though where the boy was brought up by a member of the famous Hohenzollern dynasty but he did, nevertheless, receive a good education. He was showing some talent as a poet from the age of 11, quoting the likes of Oscar Wilde and Napoleon Bonaparte as having a strong influence on his thinking. His father decided to emigrate to the USA in 1896, this being the land of his actress wife Laura. Mother and son followed one year later. George earned a place at a New York college and graduated from there in 1906. Two years earlier though he had his first collection of poetry published, aided and encouraged to do so by literary critic Ludwig Lewisohn. Viereck became famous nationwide the following year when his was published to great critical acclaim. The literary critic of the Saturday Evening Post described this young and up and coming poet as Over the next five years Viereck began to rediscover his German roots, becoming a self-confessed Germanophile, eager to discover and promote German culture and literature. His book became a best-seller in 1908 and he was at Berlin”s University in 1911, lecturing his students on the subject of American poetry. He was anti- the coming war though but his support of his homeland resulted in social exclusion, from clubs and the like, back in New York. His strong views on Nazi activities enraged many, resulting in a mob storming his Mount Vernon house during August 1918. He managed to escape them, taking refuge in a city hotel. The damage to his reputation as a poet was done though and the expelled him from their ranks in 1919. His views remained unchanged and were, perhaps, enhanced during the following decades when he met such important figures as Adolf Hitler, Albert Einstein and Benito Mussolini. He tried to portray the rise of Germany”s National Socialism as a good thing and, while he had some support in New York for his views, Jewish friends renamed him His literary output was not considerable but much of his work showed an interest in the ancient mysteries and vampirism. The latter was explored in his 1907 book which suggested that such a creature was not just a blood sucker but had other (psychic) facets. During the 1920s he wrote about ancient Egypt and his 1924 collection included the poem reproduced here: It was not surprising that Viereck’s strong political views would land him in trouble during the early 1940s and he was duly arrested on the charge of being a National Socialist agent. His incarceration between 1942 and 1947 led to a hard-hitting memoir called published in 1952, portraying brutalities such as homosexual rape in prison. George Sylvester Viereck died on the 18th March 1962 at the age of 77.

George Sylvester Viereck şiirleri

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In dreams on a far-off shore I lay (Dreams that were full of dread), Where the purple clouds of a dying day Shadowed a sea of red —…

O little siren of the rose-white skin, Reared to strange music and to stranger sin, With scornful lips that move to no man's plea-- O little Maid of Sappho, come to me!…

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THE mockery of thy lips adored, Thy lovely languid head Enwreathed with poppies red Is my loadstone:…

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I O NINEVEH, thy realm is set Upon a base of rock and steel…

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I stood upon the threshold; musical Reverberant footsteps ghostlike came and went, And my lips trembled as magnificent Before me rose a vision of that hall…

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This is my singing season, and the dearth Of music ended; I am pregnant thus With sound and colour, and melodious Mine unborn poems clamour after birth.…

JINGLING bells and cracking whip, Laughter and jest on every lip! — Thou drew'st thy gorgeous mantle tight — But lo! I marked and knew at sight.…

My heart is like a city of the gay Reared on the ruins of a perished one Wherein my dead loves cower from the sun, White-swathed like kings, the Pharaohs of a day.…

Thy hands are like cool herbs that bring Balm to men's hearts, upon them laid; Thy lovely-petalled lips are made As any blossom of the spring.…

İngilizce

FAR, far away, within a lonely vale There stands a temple old — so old and gray, Unwarmed by rays of sunshine; only pale Cold moonbeams o'er it play.…

HUGE steel-ribbed monsters rise into the air Her Babylonian towers, while on high Like gilt-scaled serpents glide the swift trains by, Or, underfoot, creep to their secret lair.…

I lay beside you ... on your lips the while Hovered, most strange ... the mirage of a smile, Such as a minstrel lover might have seen Upon the visage of some antique queen--…

AND one day of late a dream oppressed me . . . And in dreams through the long streets I wandered. (Through the streets with many footsteps throbbing! ) And a burden lay upon my hea…

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I Within a sultry desert land, Where neither flowers nor shadows are,…

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Beyond the sea a land of heroes lies, Of fairy heaths and rivers, mountains steep, O'ergrown with vine — her memory I shall keep Most dear, her heritage most dearly prize.…

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