Absinth, Die Grüne Fee, ist wie kein anderes Getränk von Mythos und Mystik umgeben






    Berühmte Gedichte über Absinth

    Glenn MacDonough

    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
    That so heavily hang o'er your souls.
    At the first cool sip on your fevered lip
    You determine to live through the day,
    Life's again worth while as with a dawining smile
    You imbibe your absinthe frappé.

    Charles-Pierre Baudelaire

    Get Drunk!

    One should always be drunk. That's all that matters;
    that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's
    horrible burden one which breaks your shoulders and bows
    you down, you must get drunk without cease.

    But with what?
    With wine, poetry, or virtue
    as you choose.
    But get drunk.

    And if, at some time, on steps of a palace,
    in the green grass of a ditch,
    in the bleak solitude of your room,
    you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated,
    ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock,
    all that which flees,
    all that which groans,
    all that which rolls,
    all that which sings,
    all that which speaks,
    ask 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 drunk!

    So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time,
    get drunk, get drunk,
    and never pause for rest!
    With wine, poetry, or virtue,
    as you choose!"

    Even When She Walks..."

    Even when she walks she seems to dance!
    Her garments writhe and glisten like long snakes
    obedient to the rhythm of the wands
    by which a fakir wakens them to grace.
    Like both the desert and the desert sky
    insensible to human suffering,
    and like the ocean's endless labyrinth
    she shows her body with indifference.
    Precious minerals are her polished eyes,
    and in her strange symbolic nature
    angel and sphinx unite,
    where diamonds, gold, and steel dissolve into one light,
    shining forever, useless as a star,
    the sterile woman's icy majesty.

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    Copyright by Gert Strand AB & K.D. Hiesche