After rain the chestnut trees...
After rain the chestnut trees
wearily incline the blossom
of their heavy sceptres.
The large wet
clusters of the lilacs
gently rock.
Shyly and hesitantly
the nightingale
already starts to call.
Heart, and you feel
the endless balm of
rebirth and of silence
flowing over you:
heart, and yet your song
is this minor –
this mute song of longing.
1 comment:
“There is a silence around all simple, inexhaustible things. To make this silence felt and heard is art, is wisdom.”
-Vilhelm Ekelund
I think you perfectly captured the essence of this quote of Ekelund.
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