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The aesthetic Weasel

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A weasel
sat on a pebble
Amidst a rilling creek.
 
Do you know
wherefore?
 
The Mooncalf
told it to me
quietly:
 
The clever animal
did it for the rhyme's sake.
 

Oh night, you fount of stars

Oh night, you fount of stars,
body and mind lave
in your thousand suns --
 
Oh night, flooding round me
with bliss of revelation,
reveal to me, what you know!
 
Oh night, you fountain deep ...
 

Fog on the wadden sea

Fog, quiet fog on sea and land.
Deathly silent the tidelands, deathly silent the strand.
Mourning, silent mourning covers the earth.
Soul, dear soul, remain silent and dream, too.
 

Now we will calmly tie the knot

Now we will calmly tie the knot
and go forward, honestly and upright, almost without any timidity,
and take this greatest risk in life:
Two completely intertwined lives.
 
We will tirelessly go on weaving the days
that are completely new to us,
and ask ourselves each night and morning
if we are in one accord with our striving.
 
And be in one accord with our innate
insatiable craving and thirsting for each other,
and steadily ennoble ourselves mentally and spiritually:
 
So that we, in the end, like the shaft of an arrow
of one piece and in a single shot
rise to a new realm of better birth.
 

Rain in spring

Keep on drizzling, rain in spring
weep through the quiet night!
Slumber rests on every lane,
just your faithful poet is awake ...
Listening to the soft, warm drizzling
from the dark celestial dome,
and from deep inside
a hot stream breaks forth,
it can't be held back and controlled
it pours gently but firmly ...
On secret ways Spring ominously
walks through the night.
 

The evening

On russet velvet shoes he goes,
the evening, roams the weary land,
loose is his cloak, it flows and blows,
and slumber trickles from his hand.
 
With his still torch he lights anew
the faithful candles of the stars.
Be calm, my heart, now that he bars
the dark from harming you!