In the night, when the owl is less than exquisitely swift and perfect, the scream of the rabbit is terrible. But the scream of the owl, which is not of pain and hopelessness and the fear of being plucked out of the world, but of the sheer rollicking glory of the death-bringer, is more terrible […]
Wo der Faun wohnt II …
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.“ Henry David Thoreau Diesen Platz fand ich in der Mitte vom […]
Im Wald des Fauns
Out of the mid-wood’s twilightInto the meadow’s dawn,Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,Flashes my Faun!He skips through the copses singing,And his shadow dances along,And I know not which I should follow,Shadow or song!O Hunter, snare me his shadow!O Nightingale, catch me his strain!Else moonstruck with music and madnessI track him in vain! Oscar Wilde: In the Forest
The Shoreline: Imminent Danger
Östliches Taglied Ist dieses Bette nicht wie eine Küste,ein Küstenstreifen nur, darauf wir liegen?Nichts ist gewiß als deine hohen Brüste,die mein Gefühl in Schwindeln überstiegen. Denn diese Nacht, in der so vieles schrie,in der sich Tiere rufen und zerreißen,ist sie uns nicht entsetzlich fremd? Und wie:was draußen langsam anhebt, Tag geheißen,ist das uns denn verständlicher […]