And now for something completely different.

Gefunden

Translation partly from here. with some minor edits. (a more poetic translation here.)

Ich ging im Walde So vor mich hin, Und nichts zu suchen, Das war mein Sinn. Im Schatten sah ich Ein Blümlein stehn, Wie Sterne blinkend, Wie Äuglein schön. Ich wollt es brechen, Da sagt’ es fein: Soll ich zum Welken Gebrochen sein? Mit allen Wurzeln Hob ich es aus, Und trugs zum Garten Am hübschen Haus. Ich pflanzt es wieder Am kühlen Ort; Nun zweigt und blüht es Mir immer fort. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)

I was walking in the woods on a whim of mine, and seeking nothing, that was my intention. In the shade I saw A little flower standing Like stars glittering Like beautiful little eyes. I wanted to pick it When it said delicately:, Should I just wilt if I were picked. I dug it out with all Its little roots. And carried it to the garden at the By the lovely house.   And replanted it In this quiet spot; Now it keeps branching out And blossoms ever forth

 

Thanks to defrag’s twiiter about poetry and conferences for the idea.

I need to read some  poetry, go for a walk, and hang out with my

Blümlein