I did not want to feel at home of what importance was the town my family were driven from how could I still have thought it mine I have four children why should I expend my love on stones and trees of what signiﬁcance were these to have such power over me
As stones and trees absorb the weather so these had stored my childhood days and from a million surfaces gave back my father and my mother my presence there was dialogue how could I have refused to answer when my own crippled childhood broke from streets and hillsides like a dancer
When your kiss hovers on my lips, And each of my nerves trembles, When your cheek lies hot on my cheek, And your breast clings to mine, Ha! who can say then exactly what I feel, And maybe this is a deep sin, My fearful soul calls often with a shudder, And yet with passionate lingering My mouth stays glowing at your lips, Hotter grows my cheek, instead of fleeing I press you drunkenly more firmly to my breast, Oh what holds me more strongly—Do you know, by best one?
We present this work in honor of the 230th anniversary of the poet’s death.
My young days were oppressed with cares, On summer mornings I sat there, Sighing my poor stammered song. Not for a young man was my melody, No! for God who the crowds of men does see As if they were an anthill’s throng. Without emotions, as I’ve often said, Without affection, I was wed, Became a mother, as in times of war A young girl would not trust love’s bliss,
On whom a soldier forced his kiss, Whose army reigned as conqueror.
We present this work in honor of the 25th anniversary of the poet’s death.
what should the last words be fare-well see you again sometime somewhere? what should the last deeds be a last letter a phone call a soft song? what should the last wish be forgive me forget me not I love you? what should the last thought be thank you? thank you