The doll that didn’t want to lay in the shopping cart


“I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world;
Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,
And her hair was so charmingly curled.
But I lost my poor little doll, dears,
As I played in the heath one day;
And I cried for more than a week, dears,
But I never could find where she lay.”

(Ch. Kingsley in My little doll)
Ivoz Ramet (B)

Eine schwüle Brise

 

“Da wachsen Kinder auf an Fensterstufen,
die immer in demselben Schatten sind,
und wissen nicht, daß draußen Blumen rufen
zu einem Tag voll Weite, Glück und Wind, –
und müssen Kind sein und sind traurig Kind.”

(R.M. Rilke in Das Stundenbuch)
Marchienne au Pont (B)

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