Tag: gold
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Like a Young Doe
Like a young doe you ran off to the hills / to gather the scattered gold of summer. / Then tall grasses even wept at your feet, / and hills gulped their fill of gloom.
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Golden Shoes
The sun shone brightly in a festive way: / today is the king of Chelm’s birthday. / He observes from the terrace on high / if the folk with the new gift are drawing nigh.
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My Simple Sisters
My simple sisters, / my shepherdesses and seamstresses / with their blond braids / call to me from the sidewalks of Łodz / to make benches and straw roofs.