SophistiCat
unenlightened
Moliere
SophistiCat
SophistiCat
Swoooooooning. — AmadeusD
Beloved Little Spot
Do you know where I like to linger
In the cool of an evening?
In the quiet valley there spins
A little mill,
And there is a little brook beside it,
With trees standing all around it.
I often sit there for hours on end,
Looking around and daydreaming.
Even the little flowers in the grass
Begin to speak,
And the little blue one says:
Look at how my little head is hanging!
The little rose with a thorny kiss
Has pricked me:
Ah, it has made me so sad
That my heart has broken.
There approaches a small white spider,
saying: Be content;
Some day you will die,
For that is the way it is here on this earth;
Better that your heart breaks
From the kiss of a rose,
Than that you never know love
And die loveless. — Friederike Robert, tr. Emily Ezust
L'éléphant
You may enjoy Rob Amster. — AmadeusD
javi2541997
javi2541997
unenlightened
unenlightened
jorndoe
javi2541997
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