The panthers spring soundlessly through the trees. Everything is shoreline. Eternally calls the sea —. Get in there, into that stale Thermopylae! Drohungen Aber wisse: Ich lebe Tiertage. Ich bin eine Wasserstunde. Wir wollen helle Haut sein. Meine Vorderflossen sind schon lang und haarig.
In der ersten Nacht ist alles entschieden. Selbst so segelhaft.
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Du machst mir Liebe: blutigelhaft: Ich will von dir. Sieh: Ich. I am a water-hour. In the evening my eyelids drowse off towards forest and sky.
My love knows few words. It is so beautiful by your blood. My queenly vessel! My roaming hyena! Come into my burrow. Let us be bright flesh. Until the shadows of the cedars rear over the little lizard: You! Roses bloom in my hair. My front paws are long and hairy. Longing for the boughs of trees. From strong thumbs you can hang down the whole day long.
All is decided on the first night. I grip with my teeth the thing that I desire. Hyenas, tigers, vultures are my emblems. You are now crossing the water. So like a sail yourself. Fair skinned.
Cool in play. And yet bitter red, the blood inside is dead, The mouth is a crevice full of screams. You, let us not land on a shore! You make love to me like a leech: I want something from you. You have cornstalks on your hat. Your back is brown from your Maccabee blood. Your forehead flows: you spent so long Looking over the stubs of hay for Boaz. You hold it like a sea, so that nothing spilt in play Should moisten the earth.
Now, look through your eyelids and steel yourself: See: the precipice approaching from a thousand stars away. See: the jaws into which you must pour all. See: me.
Ich bin Gestank. Vom Rand der Erde komm ich her.
Weil meine Mutter weint? Weil meinem Vater das Haar vergreist? Ich schreie: Ihr grauer Schlaf! Ihr ausgeborenen Schluchten! Mir aber rauscht die Stirn wie Wolken Flug. Wisch ihm eins! The Robbers-Schiller I bring plague. I am stench. From the edge of the world I come here. At times, there is something that runs together in my mouth: If I were to spit it out, the stars would hiss, And the entire cowardly boozy lot and the blood of Abel would go under.
Because my mother cries? I cry out: You grey somniac! You now impotent gorges!
Pretty soon a few handfuls of earth Will be fertilising you. In me, however, the brain rages like a flight of clouds. And that touch of infection that trickled into my blood from the slime of a whore?
A crumb of death is forever stinking in the corner — Sod it! Give it one! Who cares? Das Affenlied Ihr Spiel Gottes!
Du liebes Blut! Von meinem kaum getrennt! Durchrausche mich noch einen Tag! Ape song You jest from God! Heavens are the shadows Of the great forests around your fur.
Sleeping, feeding, breeding quietly ripens on the Summer land of your blood. Your holy reapings! You, dear blood! From mine barely different! One and the same. Rage through me again for just one day! Look: hours, earlier ones, lived out, When we still blithely crouched by the river bank: There was the sea and there was the earth — See these hours once lived out, Oh, the return of all these longings Assemble around you! Ich bin so hingesunken An dich. Und bin so trunken Von dir. Die Welt ist tot.
Alles klingt In mein Herz. Madonna Do not give me back yet!
I have totally expired on you. And am completely intoxicated In you.