Love
The Snare
Translated by Frank C. Nicholson (1907) · From Old German Love Songs (1907)
In springe and net full many a beast and bird is taken lightly;
This comes to pass because they know not where the snares do lie;
For well I wot, if they could read the hunter's purpose rightly,
Never one of all the tribe were caught and doomed to die.
Thereby more foolish than the brutes I deem that mortals be:
The trap's two jaws they mark full plain—
The body's death, the soul's sure bane,
And yet from fears lest they may trip their hearts are wholly free.
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Hardegger, Der. “The Snare.” Translated by Frank C. Nicholson. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/der-hardegger/1/.
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Hardegger, Der. “The Snare.” Translated by Frank C. Nicholson. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/der-hardegger/1/.
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