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Hofmannsthal, Hugo von: Canticum canticorum IV. 12-16

Portre of Hofmannsthal, Hugo von

Canticum canticorum IV. 12-16 (German)

Du bist der verschlossene Garten,

Deine kindischen Hände warten,

Deine Lippen sind ohne Gewalt.

Du bist die versiegelte Quelle,

Des Lebens starre Schwelle,

Unwissend herb und kalt.

 

Nimm, Wind von Norden, Flügel,

Lauf, Südwind, über die Hügel

Und weh durch diesen Hain!

Laß alle Düfte triefen,

Aus starren Schlafes Tiefen

Das Leben sich befrein!



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