Sep.
04
Ernte 22 oder: Die goldenen Äpfel der Sonne
Sonntag, 4. September 2022 16:31
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Though I am old with wandering
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.
William Butler Yeats: The Song of Wandering Aengus
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Abteilung: Lieder ohne Werte, Parzelle 63 | Kommentare (3) | Autor: Kay Sokolowsky