The Verse of Alfred Lichtenstein by Alfred Lichtenstein
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With all its branches a slender tree casts The shine of darkness around poor crosses. The earth stretches out painfully black and broad. A small moon slips slowly out of space. And next to it strange, unapproachable, huge Airplanes hover heavenward! Sinners filled with longing look up, with belief And tear themselves out of their tombs. The Concert The naked seats hearken strangely Alarming and quiet, as though there were some danger. Only some are covered with a person. A green girl often looks into a book. And someone else finds a handkerchief. And the boots are disgustingly encrusted. A sound comes from an old man's open mouth. A young boy looks at a young girl. A boy plays with the button on his trousers. On a podium an agile body rocks To the rhythm of its serious instrument. On a collar lies a shiny head. Screeches. And tears. |
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