in our front yard, they have laid down their heads hanging!
I look and sing, dance and jump -
*
snowdrops and primroses,
They decorated the meadow.
bathe it the violets
in the morning dew.
(Robert Burns)
*
And I say unto you,
no palm, no tree of knowledge, not a glorious bay
is more beautiful than this white, soft cup on pale stems,
the rocks in the frosty breeze ..
(Karel Capek)
*
She is awake,
the winter only one flower.
dreamed in death and the silent night
messenger of spring
of light and life.
As they stand
all the sprouting tips
the sky anxiously directed
shaking it!
asleep up there but the sun.
raw land through the storms rage, the simple cold
laugh
timid aspiring tenderness,
cry a song of war and strife:
Only the strong, hard
praise the dance
the Iron time!
scentless tend to
the pure white head
afraid to
Earth again
renouncing down and cry
himself into the grave itself.
But equally, you
solitary flower, blossoming
your comfort the children of men.
is not in vain
your short labors:
all of life
showers and annealing, the
send us the spring, you feel
come near it! With renewed faith
looks at his car, he waved
your greeting
restless wandering man.
germinate in him, trembling but also some fair flower
from the dark bottom of the heart, must wither
those
before the others
certainly striving, driving
mighty roots stir:
goals against!
(Richard Dehmel)
*
I ring very softly,
I ring very fine,
I ring you today
a Spring Festival.
I my head, shake my
snow-white coat,
my silver bells.
I ring very softly, I ring
very fine,
I ring you today a
the Spring Festival.
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