“Your little sister Has tossed her Untied hair forward Like a living veil, Like a fragrant hedge, And peers, with such eyes! Through a fragrant veil, Through a dark hedge ... How sweet it is to only Think of such… — Hugo von Hoffmannstahl Copy Share
“Your little sister Has tossed her Untied hair forward Like a living veil, Like a fragrant hedge, And peers, with such eyes! Through a fragrant veil, Through a dark hedge ... How sweet it is to only Think of such little things. Fruits have ripened On all the longing branches In your nightly garden, Chinese lanterns like red fruits Sway… — Hugo von Hoffmannstahl Copy Share
“Thoughts are apples on the tree, Not meant for anyone in particular, But they end up belonging To the one who takes them.” — Hugo von Hoffmannstahl Copy Share Image
