The priest escorts the dead person.
The nights are fulfilled by celebrations of masks.
Then tousled crows glide over the village;
In books fairy tales are written miraculously.
At the window an old man’s hair flutters.
Demons go through the ill soul.
The well freezes in the courtyard. Decayed stairs fall
In the darkness and a wind blows
Through old shafts which are buried.
The palate tastes the frost’s strong spices.
From this our hearts awokeAnd succumbed under the burden of silence.No star blossomed in that nightAnd nobody asked for us.Only a demon has laughed in the darkness.Be cursed everyone! Then the deed came into being.
The moon fulfils the high hall,Where no more celebrations sound through.The ancestral portraits quietly smileAnd far-off – their last shadow fell,The room is sultry with putrefaction,Arround which ravens mutely move in circles.A lost sense of past timesLooks from the stony masks,Pain distorted and empty of existenceMourning in abandonments.Sick smells of sunken gardensQuietly caress the decay…
Before them poor children cower.A gust thins out old linden-trees.Through the gate a golden shower rainsAnd the women blessed with childTiredly rest on rotten benches.Drunkards swing glasses and jugs.A hoodlum lets his fiddle soundAnd smocks swell lustfully in the dance.Roughly brown bodies embrace.From windows empty eyes gaze.Stench rises from the fountain’s mirror.And black, decayed, departedThe…
Before me in quaint dressThree angels stood in the sunshine.O ominous spring year!In the acre the last snow melted,And the birch’s hair hung quiveringIn the cold, clear lake.From the sky a blue ribbon blew,And beautifully a cloud flowed within,Facing it, I lay dreaming –The angels kneeled in sunshine.Loudly a bird sang marvelous stories,And at once…
Bazaars circle and a golden ray flowsIn old shops queerly and confused.In the dishwater decay glows; and the windEvokes dully the agony of burnt gardens.The possessed pursue golden dreams.By windows dryads rest slender and dulcet.The dream-addicted wander pined over by a wish.Workers surge shimmering through a gate.Steel towers glow upward at the edge of the…
Trickery of the heart, chant and insanity of the night.Fiery angels who step from deceased eyes.
