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Love holds me captive again
and I tremble with bittersweet longing
As a gale on the mountainside bends the oak tree
I am rocked by my love
Request: I vaguely remember a poem from a poster at school a few years ago, I think it was one of several foreign poems that were displayed on the London Underground. I've tried googling but have come up with nothing; it's about (and might be called, I can't recall) "Collecting Things", and I have a feeling it's original language is German. I can picture the form in my head as being quite neat - verses of either two, three or four lines, but fairly short overall. Any help in rediscovering it would be immensely appreciated.
and I tremble with bittersweet longing
As a gale on the mountainside bends the oak tree
I am rocked by my love
Request: I vaguely remember a poem from a poster at school a few years ago, I think it was one of several foreign poems that were displayed on the London Underground. I've tried googling but have come up with nothing; it's about (and might be called, I can't recall) "Collecting Things", and I have a feeling it's original language is German. I can picture the form in my head as being quite neat - verses of either two, three or four lines, but fairly short overall. Any help in rediscovering it would be immensely appreciated.