Now I'm lying under the linden - Comments

Now I'm lying under the linden -
I keep my cool face upturned,
my eyes rest in the ampleness
of her folious skirts - I see

she is a sister, with whom I
can play every day undisturbed.
Her greenery offers shade
from the overly bright light,

and she defends me with her fluttering
leaf from the stern father
that the world is. But when
evening comes on and the world

has fallen silent, her feathery-
motherly crown, living so close
above me, transforms to a weight
from which I wish to free myself

so as to be near the rising moon
and near the swallows twittering
as they pass high in the sky;
I want to get out from under her.
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