Wolfgang Steinmann

At Lake Wannsee

At Lake Wannsee
Georg Heym, January 16, 1912
Sunshine hangs cold in the branches so bare,
Fuming the city behind me and vain,
Streets full of putrid and hate and disdain,
Fighting and curses and screams and dispair.

Over the lake in the forest the blades
Cutting a raggedy line in the snows.
Over the quaking and quivering floes
Suddenly rises a scream and then fades.

There is my brother and claws with his hand
Crumbling ice. Where the black waters shine,
Charon has tied his boat to the land.

Slowly I near, our fingers entwine
Greeting the ferryman, holding the friend
Drinking of Lethe's red-flowing wine.

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 14.01.2012.

 

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