Just before bed last night I got the full effects of what the English call the Lime Tree: The sweet, heavy smell, almost intoxicating, certainly oddly refreshing, but suggestive of excess - edging towards cloying.
Linden it is known as in other parts of the world - the Romanians call it Tae (or Tee, or Tei or some such unspellablity) - but letting you know, in an unsympathetic to nature, practical way exactly what they do with it.
There is a sort of poet from Romania called Eminescu (bad late Romantic) who wrote:
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Linden it is known as in other parts of the world - the Romanians call it Tae (or Tee, or Tei or some such unspellablity) - but letting you know, in an unsympathetic to nature, practical way exactly what they do with it.
There is a sort of poet from Romania called Eminescu (bad late Romantic) who wrote:
- Pătrunză talanga
- Al serii rece vânt,
- Deasupră-mi teiul sfânt
- Să-şi scuture creanga.
- While softly rings
- The evening's cool wind
- Above me the holy lime
- Shakes its branch. (translation: M.G.Jiva) on Wiki
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