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May is here, without fear, spreading cheer far and near;
Her return can make all creatures feel alright.
In the glade, unafraid, stand displayed finely-made
Yellow flowerlets aglint amidst the light.
Through the grass they're already a-springing!
In the wold ring untold, manifold voices bold;
It has never heard such lovely singing!
Her return can make all creatures feel alright.
In the glade, unafraid, stand displayed finely-made
Yellow flowerlets aglint amidst the light.
Through the grass they're already a-springing!
In the wold ring untold, manifold voices bold;
It has never heard such lovely singing!
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Winter
onderwater groeien bomen ondersteboven
de winter is een spin
die tussen takken haar witte web weeft
waarin het zonlicht blijft steken
de kou ruikt als poedersuiker
op smoutenbollen
de kou klinkt als de belletjes aan de halsband van de kat
aan de koelkast hangen
onder de verlopen waardebonnen
en het tijdsschema van lijn 86
foto’s van dode kinderen
bevestigd met een magneet in de vorm van een ananas
mijn man houdt van ananastaart
ik niet
ananas smaakt naar angst en mislukking
ik houd van bakken
ik klop het deeg met de hand
het geluid van de kerkklokken
wordt gedempt door het web van rijp
dof zoemend gebrom en heldere tonen wisselen
Literature
Steady On
My world did not tilt
The first time we touched.
Ironically, it was my body's collapse
And a knee slammed into marble
That made me reach out to you in the first place.
After voicing my request to your general outline,
Blurred though it was where it exceeded the frames of my glasses,
You reached down, all concern and missed cues and
Reassurance.
I placed my hand in yours,
And felt my world recentre as I rose to my feet.
We lingered like that for a moment, perfectly still.
I gave your hand a feather-light squeeze in thanks.
You held on a heartbeat longer,
And then we unlinked.
It would be wrong to say that we disconnected,
For something came to
Literature
Ode to Love
Ode to Love
Love is a hard thing to describe
It can change you on the inside
Can make you fall apart
Can make your life fall into place
When someone steals your heart
And makes it race
Beating faster and faster
It's hard to erase
That person's face
From your mind
You think about him all the time
And all you can say is, "He's finally mine."
It's a funny thing love is.
How sometimes it's easy
And sometimes it's hard.
How it makes you feel uneasy
How it sometimes leaves you scarred.
How one day you think you love someone
And the next day you don't?
Or how sometimes you think it'll last forever
And the next day you know it
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The original lyrics, in (early) Middle High German:
Maienzît âne nît vröuden gît widerstrît;
sîn widerkomen kan uns allen hëlfen.
Ûf dëm plân âne wân siht man stân wolgetân
liehtiu brûniu blüemel bî dën gëlfen;
durch daȥ gras sint sî schôn ûf gedrungen.
Und dër walt manecvalt ungezalt ist erschalt,
daȥ ër wart mit dëm nie baȥ gesungen.
This song is ascribed to the early minnesinger Nîthart von Riuwental (a.k.a. Neidhart von Reuental), who lived from the late 1100s to the mid 1200s. As I've mentioned before in other submissions, he's one of my favourite composers.
Maienzît âne nît vröuden gît widerstrît;
sîn widerkomen kan uns allen hëlfen.
Ûf dëm plân âne wân siht man stân wolgetân
liehtiu brûniu blüemel bî dën gëlfen;
durch daȥ gras sint sî schôn ûf gedrungen.
Und dër walt manecvalt ungezalt ist erschalt,
daȥ ër wart mit dëm nie baȥ gesungen.
This song is ascribed to the early minnesinger Nîthart von Riuwental (a.k.a. Neidhart von Reuental), who lived from the late 1100s to the mid 1200s. As I've mentioned before in other submissions, he's one of my favourite composers.
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