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Haiku °1

on September 11, 2016

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Fallende Blätter

Laub in einem kühlen Bach

Die warmen Winde.

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The Ancient Tale of Wind and Pines

Part I In ancient times beneath the pines A poet wrote down all his lines, That last so long and left us here. The winds that blew, the crackling woods; But he was left by fear. As he sat there and seized the day, A darken rider passed his way. Whose shadow covered all the ground: Not even now the poet frowned. Unshaken was the old bard's will, He would not flee, he would stand still. His beard was wafting in the wind; And gazing at the rider's horse: With shattered reins, so sable skinned. 'Who are thou, that do not flee? The last who dared is no more scared – His ending was to me.' The wise, old man did not reply Nor did his body shiver. He took his pen and spoke a sigh As unfazed as a river. The rider drew his dreadful sword: The grandeur of a lofty lord. He struck out for his mighty strike And hit the pine with the blade's pike. No blood was shed but nonetheless The rider cut a ...

To Robin

Oh captain, my captain, My heart broke on this very day As I wished: at least this one would stay Till I'll get old, and he might older But after all he closed his folder. And there's no shoulder for my head to lie on Because that was his job which always was done. Oh captain, my captain.

Stimmen der Kinder

Schau! Die Wolken, ja so schön Dort wo Wind und Sonne wohn'. Und guck mal dieser große Wald, Denn aussteigen tun wir schon bald. Mama, Mama, schau doch mal, Der Baum dort vorne ist so kahl. Neben ihm im trüben Waser Scheint das Licht schon reichlich blasser. Es wird Zeit nach Haus' zu gehn', Um morgen alles neu zu sehn'!

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