Monday, May 11, 2015
Mir ist mein ganzes Leben zu Mut, Christian Morgenstern
»Mir ist mein ganzes Leben zu Mut,
als ginge mein Weg oft
an der Hecke des Paradieses vorbei.
Dann streift mich warmer Hauch,
dann mein’ ich, Rosen zu sehn
und zu atmen, ein süßer Ton
rührt mich zu Tränen,
auf der Stirn liegt es mir
wie eine liebe, friedegebende Hand
– sekundenlang. So streife ich
oft vorbei an der Hecke des Paradieses"
als ginge mein Weg oft
an der Hecke des Paradieses vorbei.
Dann streift mich warmer Hauch,
dann mein’ ich, Rosen zu sehn
und zu atmen, ein süßer Ton
rührt mich zu Tränen,
auf der Stirn liegt es mir
wie eine liebe, friedegebende Hand
– sekundenlang. So streife ich
oft vorbei an der Hecke des Paradieses"
too lazy to swim
following the flood
and after the storm,
coming out of confusion
peeling of illusion
all ships sunk,
the ark disappeared
no way through wreckage
but to start and fly
my eyes burn holes
through the night
and i must rise
when i see this blue,
must meet the sky.
one day you
will look for me,
i will be gone
just walk on, float,
it is so hard to be easy,
wake to distant shores,
i will not be there
remember me
when a dog barks,
when your shadows
come out of corners
when a cat greets you
in the street,
when a bird
picks up your crumbs
don't forget
that i woke each night
listening to stars:
i learned to fly
it is so hard to be easy,
to fly is to be alone
to listen to the void
so far below
all this waste sea
is humming with sound,
it numbs the music
of heaven
i am too lazy
to swim,
too heavy
to float
understand,
i had to fly.
and after the storm,
coming out of confusion
peeling of illusion
all ships sunk,
the ark disappeared
no way through wreckage
but to start and fly
my eyes burn holes
through the night
and i must rise
when i see this blue,
must meet the sky.
one day you
will look for me,
i will be gone
just walk on, float,
it is so hard to be easy,
wake to distant shores,
i will not be there
remember me
when a dog barks,
when your shadows
come out of corners
when a cat greets you
in the street,
when a bird
picks up your crumbs
don't forget
that i woke each night
listening to stars:
i learned to fly
it is so hard to be easy,
to fly is to be alone
to listen to the void
so far below
all this waste sea
is humming with sound,
it numbs the music
of heaven
i am too lazy
to swim,
too heavy
to float
understand,
i had to fly.
Playing with moon ,TETSUHIRO WAKABAYASHI
Playing with moon ,TETSUHIRO WAKABAYASHI ARTWORKS An illustrator and artist based in Japan.
found in fb, page of Antonis Kalantzis
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