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Friday, January 25, 2019
Der Struwwelpeter (1955)
(see from 13.38...had to hear this as a child too often, :-).
shit stories anyway, cruel..
She tells her love while half asleep , Robert Graves
She tells her love while half asleep
by Robert Graves
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth turns in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.
by Robert Graves
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth turns in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.
You ask me, Li Bai
You ask me, why do i dwell in these green mountains.,
but i smile without a reply, only an easy mind.
The river flows away silently, bearing the fallen peach petals,
here is another world, but not the world of men.
but i smile without a reply, only an easy mind.
The river flows away silently, bearing the fallen peach petals,
here is another world, but not the world of men.
Li Bai, Hard Road
HARD ROAD
In my golden cup, pure wine worth ten thousand a pint;
on a jade plate, fine food worth ten thousand coins.
I stop drinking and put down my chopsticks, unable to eat,
draw my sword to dance, look anxiously in all directions.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice blocks my way;
I want to climb Mount Taihang, but snow fills the sky.
In idleness I drop a hook into the azure creek,
suddenly I’m back in my boat, dreaming of distant places.
on a jade plate, fine food worth ten thousand coins.
I stop drinking and put down my chopsticks, unable to eat,
draw my sword to dance, look anxiously in all directions.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice blocks my way;
I want to climb Mount Taihang, but snow fills the sky.
In idleness I drop a hook into the azure creek,
suddenly I’m back in my boat, dreaming of distant places.
Traveling is hard!
Traveling is hard!
So many forks in the road–
which one to take?
Traveling is hard!
So many forks in the road–
which one to take?
A great enterprise must find the right moment;
I hoist my sail into the clouds and cross the mighty ocean.
I hoist my sail into the clouds and cross the mighty ocean.
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