Invasion
Decline already—
But that was quick…
Hardly a trace of rising—
I have grown above the whole world.
I have become the complete God
And horribly awake.
And now I must cast away death.
My death is mute
And without images…
Without redemption—
Pathos
You don't love me… I have never appealed to you…
Was never your type…
And my hard eyes annoy you, my darling…
I'm too dark for you. And too coarse—
And my white teeth have such a brutal shine
And my bloody lips are so terribly like sickles.
Ah, what you say—
Yes you are really right. I set you… free.
… And early in the morning I am going to an ocean
That is blue and eternal…
And lie on the beach…
And play with a smile on my face, until a death grabs me,
With sand and sun and with a white
Slender bitch.
Love Song
Your eyes are bright lands.
Your looks are little birds,
Handkerchiefs gently waving goodbye.
In your smile I rest as though in bobbing boats.
Your little stories are made of silk.
I must behold you always.
The Suicide
White, I lie
On the remains of an amusement park
Between jagged buildings—
Burning flower… shining sea…
Toes and hands
Reach out into emptiness.
Longing tears the weeping body to pieces.
The little moon glides above me.
Eyes grope
Gently into the deep world,
Sunken hats
Wandering stars.
Touched
I gladly left
The noisy death of the city,
With its thousands of leering faces,
The yellow night of the alleys.
I stride into the broad,
Silver sky;
The pious limbs glide
Deep into gently being.
I am in the white brightness
Of cloud, meadow, wind.
Am tree, am town, am child…
How wet are my eyes!
Soon the green evening will stand
At its silver end…
I raise blessed hands—
I want to go to meet it—