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Die Kunst

Искусство

Die Schopfung umso schoner,
Je die Ursprungssubstanz
Lebloser, monotoner-
Vers, Marmor und Metall

O Muse streit’ nach vorne,
verwirf die Hemmung hin,
Doch solltest die Koturne
Am Fu?e fester ziehen

Mach dir die gro?te Muhe
Wirf ab den leichten Trott-
Zwing Fu?e in die Schuhe
Vom Bettler  und vom Gott

Bildhaur, du kannst nicht leugnen:
Du knetest tragen Lehm
Umsonst, wenn warst in Traumen
Woanders gern

Karrara oder Paros
Dein Stein entstammen mag-
Der Schonheit hochsten Pathos
Hau an den Tag!

Durch kupfernes Gefangnis
Der schonen Syrakus’
Schaut ewig und anma?end
Der Blick der Muse

Gekonnt und zartlich haue
Mit bruderlicher Hand
Apollos helle Statue
Aus kurvigem Achat

Des Gottes stolzes Siegel
Auf Aquarellen liegt
In deiner Kunste Tiegel
Emaille schmilzt

Es lachelt die Sirene
Und finstres Monster schielt,
Geschmiedet von dem Meister
Aufm Wappenschild

Es bleibt die Kunst,
Die,  jubelnd, sich uberm Tod erhebt
Die Volker sind verganglich-
Die Statue lebt

Gepragt auf alter Munze,
Die unterm Steine liegt
Des Konigs wage Antlitz
Das Auge blickt

Auch Gotter sind verganglich-
Doch ewig dauert der Vers
So machtig, uberheblich-
Wie Kupfer selbst

Drum kampfe, biege, mei?’ le-
Und trugerischer Traum
Gepragt  bleibt unvermeidlich
In Zeit und Raum


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