Classic Poem

I

Your days are so dark, Kindl
And I know that your nights
white longing are wealth,
who wants to bloom purple.

Your Lebensinbrunst makes you pale,
and do you tremble so by deeds-
Well-come! See, I am mature and rich
and the longing I like doing guess.

II

Is it you seriously, so whip remorse
repeatedly with iron hands-
Do you want your mother end up in miserable!
What is considered the mother-We are the new.

Can your mother the force does not honor
The drives you through chasms and reasons
Your mouth is jubilant teach them:
"All longing is free from sin!

And only one will not be forgiven,
the break-the driving force
This is the sin against life-
I am the life: I do not sundige ".

III

The sickle is rising, soon it is night-
a deaf man coos, everything else dumb.
With eyes that made the sun tired,
see us the little daisies all around.

So we're both alone because -
I feel like you're timid
and you must be well from now on, mother,
for I have you kissed the life awake.

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You say that you were in my debt? You are wrong!
You're only guilty that you will!

IV

Your buds body close to mine,
the already many hard Woe happened
and your boy summer heat
takes off the pillow
and knocks on my blood
and would like to know so many things. . . . . .
Bianca soul.

So you open the soft light,
which runs through the small windows
and our new white bed umspinnt
and do not be afraid,
that your wishes are folly,
Bianca soul.

The remains of life Proud must,
that it goes beyond the tip bud
and flood of light pushes into the flower.
You meet his kiss
soon now, who gives you the maturity.
Bianca soul.

V

It is a jubilee in my chest,
a holiday bells,
as if my soul today
be aware of all their rare gifts.

Her roses whose scent I forced,
in fast air to nestle,
her remains lying on my paths,
and your scent will sound.