Sweet lilac flowers appear on the tree but once a year;
Your breasts bloom for me every day; you are more than spring.
My desires shone brightly like chestnut shoots;
You brought them out into the sun. We sit under a roof of foliage,
Smiling at each other in the luscious shade.
Longing has scarred me like a tree struck by lightning;
Now your bees are with me, and my eyes overflow with your honey.
Max Dauthendey
Translated from the German by Johannes Beilharz
(Alemanha -1867-1918)
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