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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.
Zu Ihrer Bestellung.
Copyright by Gert Strand AB & K.D. Hiesche
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