our life is similar
to the existence of fairies
that spin in soft cadence
around nothingness
to which we sacrifice
the here and now
Dreams of beauty, youthful joy
like a breath in pure harmony
with the depth of your young surface
where sparkles the longing for the night
for blood and barbarity
In the emptiness, spinning, without aims or needs
dance free our lives
always ready for the game
yet, secretly, we thirst for reality
for the conceiving, for the birth
we are thirst for sorrows and death
The stone fountain whispers its magic song,To me alone, to me the lonely oneThe colorful shadows of the wandering cloudsMove like dreams over the open countryside.Neither house nor farmland,Neither forest nor hunting privilege is given to me,What is mine belongs to no one,The plunging brook behind the veil of the woods,The frightening sea,The bird whir…
Across the fields the lost childOf my mother wanders.Across the street, leaves blow,Across the trees, birds cry —Across the mountains, far away,My home must be.
Suddenly, silently, you still might riseAnd I would have to gaze on all your griefWith my own eyes,While you demand your happiness, that’s dead.I know, you walk beyond me, every night,With a coy footfall, in a wretched dressAnd walk for money, looking miserable!Your shoes gather God knows what ugly mess,The wind plays in your hair…
In Weihnachtszeiten reis’ ich gernUnd bin dem Kinderjubel fernUnd geh’ in Wald und Schnee allein.Und manchmal, doch nicht jedes Jahr,Trifft meine gute Stunde ein,Daß ich von allem, was da war,Auf einen Augenblick gesundeUnd irgendwo im Wald für eine StundeDer Kindheit Duft erfühle tief im SinnUnd wieder Knabe bin…
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,Blooms in its day and may not last forever.Since life may summon us at every ageBe ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,Be ready bravely and without remorseTo find new light that old ties cannot give.In all beginnings dwells a magic forceFor guarding us and helping us to live.Serenely…
Lies down on its broad waves,Then I free myself whollyFrom all activity and all the loveAnd stand silent and breathe purely,Alone, alone cradled by the seaThat lies there, cold and silent, with a thousand lights.Then I have to think of my friendsAnd my gaze sinks into their gazesAnd I ask each one, silent, alone:‘Are you…
