trees that were in the poems, sung about, will eventually be rotten. Or you can be like, sometimes even ahead of time. Walnut trees can live for more than 150 years old. This had to be here, believe it in Michael Krügers reimlosem, remorseful-an elegiac poem, after ten years. Because he was “rude”. But that’s not for every tree, as long as he didn’t end up in the sawmill or carpentry?

Hubert Spiegel

editor in the features section.

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walnut trees usually start at the age of ten fruits. In a good nut year, a Mature tree casts a hundredweight of walnuts, and sometimes more. This here, as he had known that he would not remain much time, it was already after three years, the first of those “mysterious fruit” to be harvested since ancient times from the people, eaten, and symbolically interpreted to be processed. The poem makes the comparison with the human brain, based on the outer shape of the fruit and its deep-grooved surface structure. Saint Augustine saw in the bitter tasting Parts of the walnut, the Sufferings of Christ, and in their hard shell the wood of the cross symbolizes. In the middle ages it was believed that walnuts could protect against poisoning, and even before the plague. Your core was compared with the flesh of Christ, thus discouraging anyone not to squeeze the Oil to the last drop of the walnut to dye textiles with her, or to make liqueur out of it.

If the Apple tree wasn’t in my garden

But it is not the fruit of the tree, which leads the Poet into temptation,to make him the subject of a poem, but its transience. “The walnut,” is taken from the end of the tree, not withered, or of precious wood, but a non-descript “order” to the victims of that order, which occurs whenever the Singular fell, so, in the guise of the generally valid and do not question the order par excellence to embody wants. It is the same intangible right, of the Rilke in the eighth of the “Duineser Elegien” speaks – “We are ordering. It’s falling apart. We are ordering again and disintegrate ourselves” – before he asks, how it comes, “that we are, what we do, is in that attitude/of a, which is the Fort.” Wherever we turn, the order, and your claim on General ültigkeit will last beyond us. That is their promise and their threat.

The uncouth walnut, which makes unnecessary its poor cousin, the hazel, the water – such a fairy tale could start. But the Märchenton has no place in this poem, and of the walnut tree, and a poor Relative, of course, is the Poet himself. Because both the tree and human, are threatened by “voracious time, the tears, everything.” Fate, you are companions. But one of them has betrayed the other.

Uncouth, wild – growing, so it was up to in the brain of the lyrical Ego, if it would not give the order to your right. So it is in your service, seduced by its own desire for order. The fate of the tree is sealed. Like everything else, he is sacrificed: “the Childhood, the youth, the garden, the concern”. Repentance is coming, but as always, it comes too late: “the free space of the misfortune of busy now”.