Berühmte Gedichte über Absinth
I will free you first from burning thirst
That is born of a night
of the bowl,
Like a sun 'twill rise through the inky skies
heavily hang o'er your souls.
At the first cool sip on your fevered
You determine to live through the day,
Life's again worth
while as with a dawining smile
You imbibe your absinthe frappé.
One should always be drunk. That's
all that matters;
that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel
horrible burden one which breaks your shoulders and bows
down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what?
wine, poetry, or virtue
as you choose.
But get drunk.
at some time, on steps of a palace,
in the green grass of a
in the bleak solitude of your room,
you are waking and the
drunkenness has already abated,
ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the
all that which flees,
all that which groans,
all that which sings,
all that which speaks,
them, what time it is;
and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds,
and the clock,
they will all reply:
"It is time to get
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time,
drunk, get drunk,
and never pause for rest!
With wine, poetry, or
as you choose!"
Zu Ihrer Bestellung.
Even When She
Even when she walks she seems to dance!
Her garments writhe and
glisten like long snakes
obedient to the rhythm of the wands
which a fakir wakens them to grace.
Like both the desert and the desert
insensible to human suffering,
and like the ocean's endless
she shows her body with indifference.
are her polished eyes,
and in her strange symbolic nature
where diamonds, gold, and steel dissolve into one
shining forever, useless as a star,
the sterile woman's icy
Copyright by Gert Strand AB & K.D. Hiesche