Prayer to People
I go through the days
Like a thief.
And no one hears
My heart lament to itself.
Please have pity.
Like me.
I hate you.
I want to embrace you.
Wanderer in the Evening
Kuno Kohn sings:
Dusty Sunday
Lies burned to pieces.
Charred coolness
Mothers the land.
Dissolute longing
Gapes once again.
Dreams and tears
Stream upward.
Evening
Houses stand stiffly next to their fences.
Let your eyes, last sparrows, flutter.
Bluebottles alight on your face.
Don't you, Kuno, feel the eternal mills—
The unfeeling one bores holes in your head.
Look once more at the moon, the mustard-pot murderer.
Spring
All men are now greedy,
All women are shouting,
Hide yourself in your hump,
Remain alone—
Kuno Kohn's Five Songs to Mary
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