Flowers and plants
12 Jun 2016
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White moths dance
The Song of Wandering Aengus
William Butler Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands.
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
02 May 2037
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Und eine Linde ist mein Liеblingsbaum...
Ich bin zu Hause
Ich bin zu Hause zwischen Tag und Traum.
Dort wo die Kinder schläfern, heiß vom Hetzen,
dort wo die Alten sich zu Abend setzen,
und Herde glühn und hellen ihren Raum.
Ich bin zu Hause zwischen Tag und Traum.
Dort wo die Abendglocken klar verlangen
und Mädchen, vom Verhallenden befangen,
sich müde stützen auf den Brunnensaum.
Und eine Linde ist mein Lieblingsbaum;
und alle Sommer, welche in ihr schweigen,
rühren sich wieder in den tausend Zweigen
und wachen wieder zwischen Tag und Traum.
Rainer Maria Rilke, 22.11.1897, Berlin-Wilmersdorf
02 May 2037
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