Ocupation: Poet
Life: 1170 - 1230
Birthday: 1170
Death: 1230
Winter has caused damage everywhere: meadow and forest are all grey, where before you heard many sounds. If I could see the girls play ball on the street, then bird song would come back. If only I could sleep through the winter! When I am awake I feel only hatred that his power is so far and wide. God knows, he even fights with May; I picked flowers where there is now snow.
Topics: Girl, Song, Flower, Bird Song
For five hundred years after Walther's death - until Goethe - no German lyric poet was his equal.
Topics: Years, Poet, Hundred
The mouthpiece of the half-inarticulate, all-suggesting music that is at once the very soul and the inseparable garment of romance.
Topics: Romance, Soul, Half, Inarticulate, Mouthpiece
