Interested in a poem? This one is from the ‘Winterreise’ by Wilhelm Müller (1794-1827), translation by Celia Sgroi.
The Stormy Morning How the storm has torn asunder The heavens' grey cover ! The cloud tatters flutter Around in weary strife. And fiery red flames Dart around among them; That's what I call a morning That really fits my mood ! My heart sees in the heavens Its own image painted - It's nothing but the winter, Winter cold and wild !
If you want to hear it sung in German by Thomas Quasthoff, see it here on youtube round minute 59:00