“Dann Blümlein alle,
Heraus, heraus!
Der Mai ist kommen,
Der Winter ist aus.”
(L. Müller in Trockne Blumen)
Liège (B)
The baptismal water is already being heated
“O Water, voice of my heart,
Crying in the sand,
All night long crying
with mournful cry.
As I lie and listen,
and cannot understand
The voice of my heart in my side,
or the voice of the sea.
O water, water,
crying for rest,
Is it I? is it I?
All night long
The water is crying to me.”
(A. Symons in The crying of water)
Marchin (B)
