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“Waiting for the wind when the laundry is hung”
(Max Reger in Wäsche im Wind)
Limbourg (B)
"Picture and text are showing the transitory character of reality"
“I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found earth’s breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.”
(C. Cullin in For a poet)
Eschweiler (D)