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That's a pretty good summary. But Kuchen is also the progenitor of the much-loved American coffeecake 1901's Settlement Cook Book bridges the two quite easily, as it was the staple manual for all German and Jewish households in North America -- I was just looking though my 1930s reprint the other day for coconut macaroons

More American Lieder: Tomorrow, by Korngold (1942). Seems to have a wartime sadness to it, appropriate for our own era Tomorrow When you are gone, the birds will stop their singing, When you are dead, no sun will ever rise. No more, no more the joyful days upspringing shall bless these eyes. When you are in your grave, the flowers blowing shall hang their heads and sicken in their grove. Beauty will fade and wither at your going, oh, my own love. Ah, say not so, another love will cheer you. The sun will shine as bright tomorrow morn. The birds will sing, though I no longer near you must lie forlorn. When I am in my grave, the flowers blowing shall make you garlands twenty times as sweet. Beauty will live, though I must sleep unknowing beneath thy feet.

A classic sure be banned before you know it!

Sounds sticky, but I'm "in"

This is the item in question, a twice-baked (real biscuit [think biscotti] -- as opposed to the baking soda biscuit pictured above) "Zwieback make the best crusts for cheesecake!"

**fans self** "Are those what I think they are . . . ? Shazam!"

Another from the Ill-Considered Headlines folder . . .

It seems defo swinging 60s to me

Just what you didn't know you needed: matching terrycloth posing pouch and eye patch. Makes a real "he" outta any man

The clock strikes midnight, and Falstaff appears in antlers to meet up with his lady friends

"O sleep, ye fulminations of war." amen

Thanks for taking the prompt challenges, Ron. You did great!

And thanks for your help in translating poems for the Ghazal and Carol prompt challenges. In a way, you set me on a course to look deeper and deeper into German-language poetry

Thanks, @Valkyrie, for the surprise feature. The original poetry prompts are all in the link you attached, but I started to create a book version on how to write formed verse. Zero to Hero, a Guide can be found here. There are 8 prompts there, and several essays on style, rhyming, and other topics. I had intended for this book to have 40 chapters, each featuring different forms, but frankly, the response to these new challenges was disheartening. Many complained the prompt challenges themselves were too hard, or were too uninspiring . . . . I guess, some year, I'll get back to completing this as a print book

Georgie, smile. The quality of the story led to it being featured. So good job on it all!

Congratulations @Georgie DHainauton the feature! Job well done

Perfect Thank you

Thanks for your diligent efforts to revive the poetry anthologies, and for giving them a more flexible framework! Just to double check, but now that the "story" bucket can have up to five "chapters" (with one or more poems in each "chapter"), we can also submit more than one "story" per anthology? I believe you mentioned that the fiction (that is, non-poetry) anthologies will allow an author to submit up to five "story" chunks (of one or more chapters). I'm assuming the poetry anthology is the same: a poet may construct up to five poetry collections (the "story" setting) with one to five "chapters" in each. Is this right?

In classic Beaumarchais intrigue, Tarere has been disguised and sneaked into the chambers where his fiancee is being imprisoned against her will. Getting the tip that a stranger is on his way to 'kidnap' the woman, she switches clothes with her maid. Once Tarere discovers the switcheroo, he tries to make his escape, alone. But...but the maid has taken a fancy to him already Stage works don't get any better than this. Period

@ValkyrieWhen you define this is a poetry anthology, your message comes through loud and clear that stories, and/or "chapters" of stories are best saved for other, non-poetry anthologies. But as you have the word "prose" above, please clarify that prose poetry is welcome to be submitted for this anthology. Cheers

A melancholic voice for a winter's night . . . I don't know much about this composer; a German living and making his way in France. The adagio sostenuto and rondo from Rudolf Kreutzer's 15th violin concerto

"Oh, inadvertent typos . . . you so funny"

"And they're my kinda people!"

Look at the happy tears in her eyes. She really needs Dick bad