In some summers there is so much fruit,
the peasants decide not to reap any more.
Not having reaped you, oh my days,
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Wow...it’s so powerful. It makes one feel life ebbing away.
Not having reaped you, oh my days, my nights, have I let the slow flames of your lovely produce fall into ashes? these lines remind me of the feeling in keats' sonnet when i have fears that i may cease to be. gk
Ich suche, was für dich so gut war. Oh meine lieben, halbtoten Bäume, könnte eine gleiche Süße noch über deine Blätter streicheln, deinen Kelch öffnen? wunderbar. danke tony