Nußbaum / Walnut

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Joachim Ringelnatz

Die Schnupftabaksdose

Es war eine Schnupftabaksdose,
Die hatte Friedrich der Große
Sich selbst geschnitzelt aus Nußbaumholz.
Und darauf war sie natürlich stolz.

Da kam ein Holzwurm gekrochen.
Der hatte Nußbaum gerochen.
Die Dose erzählte ihm lang und breit
Von Friedrich dem Großen und seiner Zeit.

Sie nannte den alten Fritz generös.
Da aber wurde der Holzwurm nervös
Und sagte, indem er zu bohren begann:
„Was geht mich Friedrich der Große an!“

The Snuff Box

It was a snuff box,
Which Frederick the Great
Had carved himself from walnut wood.
And of course he was very proud of it.

Then a woodworm came crawling along.
It had smelled the walnut.
The box told him at length
About Frederick the Great and his time.

It called old Fritz generous.
But then the woodworm became nervous
And said, as it began to drill:
‘WTF Frederick the Great got to do with me?’

Translated with a little help from DeepL

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René Magritte - La voix du sang

Die Stimme des Blutes / The Voice of Blood,
Gemälde, Öl auf Leinwand, 59 x 79 cm, 1948, Paul G. Allen Collection, Seattle

Laß uns reingehen / Let's Go In

"However, I've got to my right size again: the next thing is, to get into that beautiful garden - how is that to be done, I wonder?"

Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a doorway leading right into it. "That's very curious!" she thought, "but everything's curious today: I may as well go in." And in she went.
Lewis Carroll - Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

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Erich Kästner

Die Wälder schweigen

Die Jahreszeiten wandern durch die Wälder.
Man sieht es nicht. Man liest es nur im Blatt.
Die Jahreszeiten strolchen durch die Felder.
Man zählt die Tage. Und nun zählt die Gelder.
Man sehnt sich fort aus dem Geschrei der Stadt.
Das Dächermeer schlägt ziegelrote Wellen.
Die Luft ist dick und wie aus grauem Tuch.
Man träumt von Ackern und von Pferdeställen.
Man träumt von grünen Teichen und Forellen.
Und möchte in die Stille zu Besuch.
Die Seele wird vom Pflastertreten krumm.
Mit Bäumen kann man wie mit Brüdern reden und tauscht bei ihnen seine Seele um.
Die Wälder schweigen. Doch sie sind nicht stumm.
Und wer auch kommen mag, sie trösten jeden.
Man flieht aus den Büros und den Fabriken.
Wohin, ist gleich! Die Erde ist ja rund!
Dort, wo die Gräser wie Bekannte nicken und wo die Spinnen seidne Strümpfe stricken, wird man gesund.

The Forests Are Silent

The seasons wander through the forests.
You cannot see it. You can only read about it in the leaves.
The seasons roam through the fields.
You count the days. And now you count the money.
You long to escape the clamour of the city.
The sea of rooftops beats brick-red waves.
The air is thick and like grey cloth.
One dreams of fields and horse stables.
One dreams of green ponds and trout.
And wants to visit the silence.
The soul is bent from paving stones.
With trees, one can talk like brothers and exchange one's soul with them.
The forests are silent. But they are not mute.
And whoever may come, they comfort everyone.
One flees from the offices and factories.
Where to, it doesn't matter! The earth is round, after all!
Where the grasses nod like old friends and where the spiders knit silk stockings, one becomes healthy.

translated with a little help from DeppL

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Paved Paradise

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Shine, 2007

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Joni Mitchell - Big Yellow Taxi (2007)

So they paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel
A boutique
And a swinging night spot.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot.

They took all the trees
Put 'em in a tree museum
And they charged all the people
An arm and a leg just to see 'em
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot.

Hey farmer
Put away your DDT
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and bees
Please
Don't it always seem to go
You don't know what you got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise
And they put up a parking lot.

Late last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi come and took away my old man.
Don't it always seem to go
You don't know what you got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot.