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That I want thee, only thee——let my hea… All desires that distract me, day and ni… are false and empty to the core. As the night keeps hidden in its gloom t… even thus in the depth of my unconscious…
Mother, your baby is silly! She is so a… She does not know the difference between… streets and the stars. When we play at eating with pebbles, she… food, and tries to put them into her mou…
I dreamt that she sat by my head, tender… her fingers, playing the melody of her t… and struggled with my tears, till the ag… my sleep like a bubble. I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky…
I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, m… I bow to you all and take my departure. Here I give back the keys of my door ——and I give up all claims to my house. I only ask for last kind words from you.
21 THEY throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back. 22 THAT I exist
The evening was lonely for me, and I wa… heart became dry, and it seemed to me th… fashioned by the traders in words. Tired… snuffed the candle. In a moment the room… moonlight.
Why do you sit there and jingle your bra… Fill your pitcher. It is time for you… Why do you stir the water with your hand… Fill your pitcher and come home. The morning hours pass by—the dark water…
To the guests that must go bid God's sp… Take to your bosom with a smile what is… To-day is the festival of phantoms that… Let your laughter be but a meaningless m… Let your life lightly dance on the edges…
I asked of Destiny, “Tell me who with r… Destiny told me to look behind. I turned and saw my own self behind push…
By all means they try to hold me secure… But it is otherwise with thy love which… and thou keepest me free. Lest I forget them they never venture t… But day passes by after day and thou art…
61 TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend. It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others. 62
I remember a day in my childhood I floa… It was a wet day of July; I was alone a… I floated my paper boat in the ditch. Suddenly the storm clouds thickened, win… Rills of muddy water rushed and swelled…
He whom I enclose with my name is weepi… I am ever busy building this wall all ar… the sky day by day I lose sight of my tr… I take pride in this great wall, and I… lest a least hole should be left in this…
Dying, you have left behind you the grea… in my life. You have painted my thought’… colours of your departure, leaving a tra… earth to love’s heaven. Clasped in your… united in me in a marriage bond.
The morning sea of silence broke into ri… and the flowers were all merry by the ro… and the wealth of gold was scattered thr… while we busily went on our way and paid… We sang no glad songs nor played;