Poems by Anselm Hollo
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Fruit-gathering LV
... very day and gave her high thoughts to think, till her heart was filled to the brim with divine love ...
(Lest I should know you...)
... VIII Lest I should know you too easily, you play with me ...
The Gardener 85
... you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years ...
(I found a few old letters...)
... e eternal one breaks in two in joy that can contain itself no more and overflows in the pain of love ...
(I asked of Destiny...)
... XI I asked of Destiny, Tell me who with relentless hand pushes me on ...
Playthings
... find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain ...
Crossing 16
... Now in the midnight I sit alone in my lampless room and call you back whom I turned away in insult ...
(Sing the song of the moment...)
... Let your laughter flush in meaningless mirth like twinkles of light on the ripples ...
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