New York
I
Like a wild, stormy girl with eternal unrest in her heart, with the impetus of the wind in her locks, with the fire of the sun in her look, the city rises in the air bewitched into rocky towers, surrounded by the sea and the rivers, like a child of the seas, and floats her banner in the heavens, her banner of freedom and happiness .
The waters shine and glisten, the harbor laughs sunnily, enchanted, and wild geese fly like doves of peace from the waters to the shore .
The shrieking of the locomotives, the panting of the boats and ships, the commotion of the eternal striving, the heave and surge of life — all is allured by the Maiden who charms the road to Freedom .
She hears the buzzing of peoples, the tramping of foreign nations, from East and West, one after another the ships hurry to her. And she spreads out a net of sunshine and weaves a new dream, and presses them to her heart like a mother, and sings through glowing rays: " You are my children and I am the Spirit of the City, of the Land. "
II
The great city is full of joy and full of grey sorrow. She wears a rich multifold cloak and also a poor gown. The great city is full of sickness and also of great strength; of brave hearts, strong as steel — and hearts bloodless and sickly. The great city is a giant, a giant with two hearts. — One heart goes wild with joy, one heart is mad with pain. Good and Bad mix together, Love with Hate. Though people suffer need, yet meat is thrown to dogs in the street ...
The great city holds in herself my laughter and my tears. She is my mother, yet I cannot understand her. Often I hate her and often I love her, and bless her often and curse her. I love my home, yet often would I run away into the great world ... My song of her is a chant with many dissonances; sometimes it is like the rushing of wheels, sometimes it is in a gentle and still mood. Often one feels only despair and a heavy grey terror that laughs and quickly drives the clouds away .
The great city! Without chains I am chained to her. My soul is united with her, my heart is given to her. She is a witch, and her will must have its way, and as soon as I leave her, I long to see her again. Often do I feel like a lion in the cage and angrily I tear the bars, yet after I have broken the cage I regret and don't go out. I dream of woods, I dream of fields, of flowers endlessly — yet happy in her pain and joy I still remain with her .
Like a wild, stormy girl with eternal unrest in her heart, with the impetus of the wind in her locks, with the fire of the sun in her look, the city rises in the air bewitched into rocky towers, surrounded by the sea and the rivers, like a child of the seas, and floats her banner in the heavens, her banner of freedom and happiness .
The waters shine and glisten, the harbor laughs sunnily, enchanted, and wild geese fly like doves of peace from the waters to the shore .
The shrieking of the locomotives, the panting of the boats and ships, the commotion of the eternal striving, the heave and surge of life — all is allured by the Maiden who charms the road to Freedom .
She hears the buzzing of peoples, the tramping of foreign nations, from East and West, one after another the ships hurry to her. And she spreads out a net of sunshine and weaves a new dream, and presses them to her heart like a mother, and sings through glowing rays: " You are my children and I am the Spirit of the City, of the Land. "
II
The great city is full of joy and full of grey sorrow. She wears a rich multifold cloak and also a poor gown. The great city is full of sickness and also of great strength; of brave hearts, strong as steel — and hearts bloodless and sickly. The great city is a giant, a giant with two hearts. — One heart goes wild with joy, one heart is mad with pain. Good and Bad mix together, Love with Hate. Though people suffer need, yet meat is thrown to dogs in the street ...
The great city holds in herself my laughter and my tears. She is my mother, yet I cannot understand her. Often I hate her and often I love her, and bless her often and curse her. I love my home, yet often would I run away into the great world ... My song of her is a chant with many dissonances; sometimes it is like the rushing of wheels, sometimes it is in a gentle and still mood. Often one feels only despair and a heavy grey terror that laughs and quickly drives the clouds away .
The great city! Without chains I am chained to her. My soul is united with her, my heart is given to her. She is a witch, and her will must have its way, and as soon as I leave her, I long to see her again. Often do I feel like a lion in the cage and angrily I tear the bars, yet after I have broken the cage I regret and don't go out. I dream of woods, I dream of fields, of flowers endlessly — yet happy in her pain and joy I still remain with her .
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