Urthona 1993

Autumn

Unbolt the wind to me!
Brag I with audacious pride.
But that first gust of him
Makes me stumble and shrink.

My barque is covered up
With leaves and windfall-pears.
His heaven azures me
And his earth is cushioning.

The warming of his wine
And the sighing of his fire,
His honeys bitterness
Are reviving me,

Expose me to the storms
And leave me to despair.
But once his cold will die
In my ardent embrace.

Infant Joy

I have no name
I am but two days old,-
What shall I call thee?
I happy am
Joy is my name,-
Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!
Sweet joy but two days old.
Sweet joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile
I sing the while
Sweet joy befall thee.

In Memoriam

Be near me when my light is low.
When the blood creeps and the nerves prick
And tongle, and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of beeing slow.

Be near me when the sensous frame
Is racked with pangs that conquer trust,
And time a maniac, scattering dust,
And life, a fury, slinging flame.

Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing,
And weave their petty cells and die.

Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife.
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.

Stoa

Bene est viro qui
miseretur et commodat-
qui disponit res suas
cum justitia.
In aeternum non vacilabit.

Distribuit, donat pauperibus,
munificentia ejus manebit semper,
cornu ejus
extolletur cum gloria.

Captivity

Caged in old woods,whose reverend echoes wake
When the hern screams along the distant lake,
Her little heart oft flutters to be free,
Oft sighs to turn the unrelenting key.

In vain the nurse that rusted relic wears,
Nor moved by gold - nor to be moved by tears;
And terraced walls their black reflection throw
On the green-mantled moat that sleeps below.

Dust

I vex my heart with fancies dim:
He still outstript me in the race;
It was but unity of place
That made me dream I ranked with him.

And so May place retain us still,
And he the much-beloved again,
A lord of large experience, train
To riper growth the mind and will:

And what delights can equal those
That stir the spirits inner deeps,
When one that loves but knows not, reaps
A truth from one that loves and
knows?

Drama Der Geschlechtslosigkeit

Bin weder Mann, noch bin ich Frau,
bin irgendwo zwischendrin,
Wei?nicht wohin ich gehære,
Wei?nicht was ich bin...
Traurigkeit erfìllt meine Seele
in jedem einzelnen Augenblick,
was vor mir liegt kann ich nicht sehen,
doch ich wei?es gibt kein Zurìck...
Bin wie zwælf Seelen, die begraben sind
in einem sich bewegendem Fleisch.
Zwælf grundverschiedenen H¤lften,
zu deren Kombination es wohl niemals reicht...¡¡

Freitod-Phantasien

Two half figures stand ashore
the darkest lake embraced by cold
veils of mist and icy breath
blows the leaves away...
And the old black trees spread their long dead arms.
As the souls of the dead call across the water
they both step down into the coldest depth...

Saturn-Impressionen

Der kalte See liegt schweigend im Nebel
und ewig wird er sein.
Sie alle hat er bereits empfangen,
und auch ich tauche bald in seine Fluten ein.
Die Zeit, sie liegt schon weit zurìck,
als das Erste von uns sank in die Tief hier.
Die blauen Leiber einsam faulend,
nur ihre Stimmen rufen nach mir.
Dies ist mein Schicksal und mein Verlangen,
sein kaltes Grab ist mein Pflicht.
Ich bin ein Letztes meines Geschlechts,
und ich wei?er warted schon auf mich...¡¡

(N)ever

Youre within reach
but out of here.
Your breath and warmth
are always near -
But lost to me.

I´m bound by laws
and chained in time.
Im filth and lie
and flesh of mine -
(But) your traces in me.
That grain of light
You sent to here
Goes unattainable to me -
Goes underground.
Your depht and height
Removed from me.
In mind and blood
Ill gradually
- Turn to stone.

Taumel

Time runs out.
I left behind
My breath came up to here.
Till now I hesitated.
Tired eyes -
I scan the old horizon.
My path cant end this way.
But dyes rapidly fading.

Find to calm,
My heart without.
But Im to weak to try.
That lie was my undoing.

Breakable
Arising hope for silence, -
Thus far I was the child.
The sleepers now awakened.