HIDDEN
LANDS(1924)
The Stars
Now it is at an end.
Now I awake.
And it is peaceful and
easy to walk,
when there is nothing
to wait for any longer
and nothing to carry
about.
Red gold yesterday, dry
leaf today.
Tomorrow there is
nothing.
But the stars shine
quietly as before
tonight in space all
around.
Now I want to give
myself away,
so I have not a scrap
left.
Tell me, stars, will
you accept
a soul, which has no
treasures?
For you is freedom
flawless,
in the distant peace of
eternity.
This never saw an empty
sky,
which gave to you its
dream and battle.
To a Friend
On fully out-stretched
wings the eagle soars.
The air is thin, where
he glides, and difficult to breathe.
In the
mountain-winter's desolate air he is much alone.
Dusk and cold are his
escorts -
his only joy
the joy of feeling
himself flying on strong wings.
So high you travel into
the emptiest winter skies,
as brave as the eagle
by virtue of your flashing will.
You denied yourself
striving for happiness, you chose
the steep
paths, which frighten
us, the weak.
So pale you wander
on,
wander on with brisk
and vigorous step like the wind.
My world resembles
yours, and yet it is not the same.
Laughing my star dances
amongst the riddles of the
stars.
Your iron-grey joy, I
love it from afar.
Let me walk by your
side
and let my eyes
reach
into your wintry world
and your flashing will!
Evening
Stillness
Feel how near Reality
lives.
She breathes close
by
on still
evenings.
Perhaps she shows
herself when nobody realises.
The sun glides over
grass and rock.
In her silent
game
is the spirit of life
hidden.
Never was he so near as
this evening.
I met a stranger, who
was silent.
If I had stretched out
my hand,
I would have brushed
against his soul,
as we passed each other
with timid steps.
Hush Now
Each night on Earth is
full of pain.
Hush now,
heart.
These hard souls, hard
shields
reflect light from the
home of the stars.
Your lament makes you
weaker.
Hush now,
heart.
Mere silence heals,
silence cures,
intactly pure and
innocently true.
Seek the hot life of
torment!
Hush now,
heart.
No-one is made strong
through wound and
fever.
Light just as steel is
heaven's stronghold.
The Wish
Oh let me live
properly
and properly one day to
die
so that I move next to
reality
in bad as in
good.
And let me be
still
and respect what I
see,
so that must be
that
and nothing
more.
If from my long
life
one day was
left,
then I would seek the
most beautiful thing
that life on Earth
has.
The most beautiful
thing on Earth
is honesty,
but it makes loneliness
into life
and reality.
So is the wide
world
a leaf of a lady's
mantle
and in the bowl
rests
a clear drop of
water.
The only still
drop
is the apple of life's
eye.
Oh make me worthy of
seeing inside it!
Oh make me
pure!
About me Words from the
heart My
beautiful boy The
kindest of souls
Words by my favourite
writers Random
pictures