Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Sehnsucht




O with ever passing light
With every arrival of verdant birth
I glimpse
the world of gold

O how little
I have dreamed!
O how little
I have wanted!

I look for the rainbow
and forget
the pot of gold.
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  1. AnonymousDecember 21, 2010 at 12:18 PM

    Beautiful!

    I waited far too long to read this. Heh.

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