Thursday, February 22, 2018

So I remember



Music sounds in the distance, but silent night is here
The flowers waft slumber scent at me
I have always, always thought of you
I would sleep, but you must dance

It does not stop, it whirls without pause
The candles burn and the fiddles scream
the rows part and close
And all are flushed, but you are pale

And you must dance, strange arms twine
Around your heart, oh suffer no violence!
I see your white dress fly by
And your light, delicate form

And the night scent wells more sweetly
And more dreamily from the calyx of the flowers
I have always, always thought of you
I would like to sleep, but you must dance

Theodor Storm  Ich möchte schlafenaber du mußt tanzen.

3 comments:

  1. How can you forget, Mike. It's like rain on tin roofs. Lovely.

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  2. As I enter the "Golden Years" it seems my dreams of the past are my new reality...

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