Tag: summer
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The Red Dress
When dear summer makes its appearance, / dresses lighten, bright and pleasant; / I’m the sole one, an exception, / sheathing myself in a bold red garment.
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Summer
Summer, nights are round as is the moon / I love the windswept grasses and the face / of a woman / walking on silver paths deep in forest
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Heat
Summer dear, you come home so brown so hot / You fall on me breathing heavy: what heat! / And I write about fjords – watery inlets / And believe my song will protect me
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Don’t Cry Child
Don’t cry child / autumn will not live long in our land / he is like a poor man who is blind / the wind leads him by his hand