Sonntag, Januar 22, 2006
Jeden Abend werfe ich...
Jeden Abend werfe ich
by Erich Mühsam
Jeden Abend werfe ich
eine Zukunft hinter mich,
die sich niemals mehr erhebt
denn sie hat im Geist gelebt.
Neue Bilder werden, wachsen;
Welten drehn um neue Achsen,
werden, sterben, lieben, schaffen.
Die Vergangenheiten klaffen.
Tobend, wirbelnd stürzt die Zeit
in die Gruft. Das Leben schreit!
by Erich Mühsam
Jeden Abend werfe ich
eine Zukunft hinter mich,
die sich niemals mehr erhebt
denn sie hat im Geist gelebt.
Neue Bilder werden, wachsen;
Welten drehn um neue Achsen,
werden, sterben, lieben, schaffen.
Die Vergangenheiten klaffen.
Tobend, wirbelnd stürzt die Zeit
in die Gruft. Das Leben schreit!
For a while now, this poem (an attempt at an english translation is below) by Erich Mühsam has been a kind of motto to me in so many situations. For the past week I've also had its first four lines as my messenger personal message. Today I got a reply to it in my Inbox - with another beautiful poem by Mühsam, that I had not yet read, "Vision". Everything seemed to fit together, the poems complimented one another - and I was overwhelmed that somebody would actually make this connection. Thank you :) .

Current Music: Voxtrot - The Start of Something
Every evening I throw
a future behind myself,
that will never rise again -
it has lived in the mind.
New images are forming, growing;
worlds are turning on new axes,
to become, to die, to love, to create.
The pasts gape apart. --
Raving, twirling time falls
into the crypt.-- The life screams!
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well I can only support that decision.
on the one hand going down the pub for drinks, on the other hand reading a good book in the cosiness of your own bed.
really not that hard.
that poem is amazing. it's so true, the days are drifting away so quickly and our actions, the decisions we make turn into irreversible facts.
that we turn twenty this year seems so strange,
I don't feel as if I am ready to be all grown up so soon.
hope your last exam went well.
love,
doro
on the one hand going down the pub for drinks, on the other hand reading a good book in the cosiness of your own bed.
really not that hard.
that poem is amazing. it's so true, the days are drifting away so quickly and our actions, the decisions we make turn into irreversible facts.
that we turn twenty this year seems so strange,
I don't feel as if I am ready to be all grown up so soon.
hope your last exam went well.
love,
doro
I'm just questioning myself if i'm grown up?
Ok when your twenty you are old, but are you grown up?
I don't think so because you can
(and i want to) stay a child in mind. Nevertheless days are fading away so fast, but as the poem says every day has its chances...
Best wishes
Ayso
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Ok when your twenty you are old, but are you grown up?
I don't think so because you can
(and i want to) stay a child in mind. Nevertheless days are fading away so fast, but as the poem says every day has its chances...
Best wishes
Ayso
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