Canticum Canticorum Iv, 12-16 Poem by Hugo von Hofmannsthal
Canticum Canticorum Iv, 12-16
You are the garden locked,
Your childlike hands are waiting,
Your lips are without violence.
You are the fountain sealed,
Life's frozen threshold,
Tart and cold in ignorance.
Take wings, north wind,
Come, south wind, across the hills,
And blow through this grove!
Let all fragrances come awake,
Let life free itself
From sleep's frozen depth.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
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