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Das Urgedächtnis

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Also, das Leben: Wusten, Seen,
Vergangner Stadte blasse Spur
Vom Singen, Ringen, vom Geschehen
Die schwache Spieglung flackert nur

Trompeten blasen;  Flammenzungen
Die roten Pferde jagen fort
Entzuckende, doch fremde Munde
Vom Glucke flustern hier und dort

Es streift vorbei Elan und Kummer,
Das Meer mit grauer Mahne winkt
Im Sand entstehen neue Sumer-,
Sie werden wieder weggewischt…

Doch eines Abends bin ich wieder
Der Mensch, der ich es immer war-
Ein einfacher, ein armer Inder,
Der schlief sehr lange an dem Bach

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Beatrice

Muses, enough, cease your sobbing, / Pour out your grief into singing, / Sing about Dante soul-stirring, / Or play the flute, play with feeling. / / Move on, annoying faun deities, / Music is dead in your screaming! / Haven’t you learned only lately / Beatrice exited Eden....

Yet All But Once

Yet all but once you’ll reminisce of me / And of my world mysterious and thrilling, / The quirky world of songs and fervency, / But among all, unique and undeceiving. / / It could have been yours also, but alas, / It was too much for you, or was too scanty, / I must have ...

Autumn

An orange-red sky... / A gusty wind shakes / The bloody cluster of rowan berries. / I chase the fleeing horse / Past the glass hothouse, / Past the trellises of the old park, / And past the swan pond. / Alongside me runs / My shaggy, red-haired dog, / Who is dearer to me / Than e...

Cain’s Descendants

He didn’t deceive us, that sad, somber spirit / Who wears the morning star as pseudonym / And said: "Shun not the highest gain, nor fear it: / Taste of the fruit and you will equal Him." / / Instantly, for the youth, all roads lay open, / And for old men, all mysteries to know, / ...

The Worker

He’s standing there, beside the glowing furnace, / A small man, probably older than you’d think. / His gaze is peaceful, seems almost submissive / From the way his reddened eyelids blink. / / All his workmates have knocked off - they’re sleeping / But he’s still ...

The Lost Tram

I was walking an obscure route / And abruptly I heard caws of crows, / A distant thunder and a tinkling lute: / A rushing tram was really close. / / How I leapt to its step / Is still a mystery to me. / It left a fiery track beyond itself / Which even in the daylight I could see. ...