Of all the works of man I like best Those which have been used. The copper pots with their dents and flattened edges The knives and forks whose wooden handles Have been worn away by many hands: such forms Seemed to me the noblest. So too the flagstones round old houses Trodden by many feet, ground down And with tufts of grass growing between them: these Are happy works.
Von allen Werken, die liebsten Sind mir die gebrauchten. Die Kupfergefäße mit den Beulen und den abgeplatteten Rändern Die Messer und Gabeln, deren Holzgriffe Abgegriffen sind von vielen Händen: solche Formen Schienen mir die edelsten. So auch die Steinfliesen um alte Häuser Welche niedergetreten sind von vielen Füßen, abgeschliffen Und zwischen denen Grasbüschel wachsen, das Sind glückliche Werke. Bertolt Brecht
h now that evokes such pleasurable images of a garden that is loved but not straightjacketed by too much formality
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Jams,
a certain degree of serene laziness helps immensely.
Glad you enjoyed what you saw.
CherryPie,
if you are refering to the imperfectness, you are spot on. :)