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ince its establishment in 1989 Ver Sacrum has revolutionized the world of design. But even more, its pages were overflowing with poetry and stories that remained burried within its pages, reserved for those who could read them in Ver Sacrum’s native tounge. This book is a small collection of the many poems found within Ver Sacrum , translated for those who wish to enjoy more of the sacred springs works. While some of the authors are unknown, the beauty of the work remains undeniable. So sit back, learn, read, and maybe even write a little bit of poetry for yourself.
Seven billion years before I was born
I was an iris
Beneath my shimmering roots
Turned another star.
On its dark water Sponge
My blue giant flower.
A naked Circassian woman
Dances under flowers to my flute; Her breasts tremble.
The red hair, the golden wreath...
Over densely snow-covered spruces
The winter sky dawned, my heart was sick. There, suddenly, through my darkest night, Your roses blazed!
The sea flashes blue, I’m a Greek, Black laurels stretch out Glitteringly around me into the light!
The Two.
She carried the cup in her hand,
Her chin and mouth resembled its edge.
Her walk was so easy and sure
Not a drop jumped out of the cup.
His hand was so light and firm: He sat on a young horse,
And with careless gestures
He forced it to stand trembling.
However if he is out of your hand Should take the easy cup
So it was too difficult for both of them: Because they both trembled so much
That no hand found the other
And dark wine rolled on the ground.
Hugo v. Hofmannsthal
The Kiss
It was death that gently stole my heart.
I struggled hard with his slumber song
In silent fear unclasped I heal you, I kiss your lips for a long time.
And I’ll never forget that kiss of agony...
I felt torn from your arms Drawn down into the black valley, Where they no longer know about longing for love.
And I’ll never forget that kiss makes...
It was the wild spring of our souls,
The ripe sweetness of a love night, Who swore to death to grind us.
A Grave Mists sink moist and warm
On the weary spring earth...
Darling, if I’m going to die
Take me tight in your arms
To the fir green mockery
Should you carry your dead love
Where in young love days
We looked down into the valley Wonderful quiet forest rest!
Trembling that we are our own
We stood in hot silence
And May watched with a smile.
The green grove is holy,
That rushed to my heads, When I exchanged soul for soul; -
There, my love, sink me in.
No pale priestly hand Bless where I shall slumber.
There is consecrated earth, Where I found your love
White Daffodils
White daffodils shine
Over your picture and say
With quiet fairy tale voices
Of secret spring days.
Of secret, warm days,
Where the flowers are premature
Silent white stars bloomed from my heart.
Silent, white stars
They love to decorate you.
But you passed
You weren’t allowed to pick them. Wait somewhere
Swayed by tender winds, Red roses of yours;
You will find the way.
Meanwhile the silent, Big narcissus stars shine
About your picture, how from further, White, far away from fairy tales.
Come back in friendly silence
The heart’s twilight rest
In the golden morning light
You are dreaming of the mother hen now
Bathed in the morning dew
The soul, pure and clarified
You were a happy anticipation
Preserved from everlasting goodness.
Now live feeling streams
Up from the depths of the heart.
I line up with tears of longing
Me one of the better choir.
I send to the clear sky
A pleading, a heartfelt pleading:
Let me out of night and darkness
Approach the light
As the day unwinds
The nocturnally gloomy flor
So let fight from troubles
The soul rise Ernst Stöhr
Do you see the eagle that in the clouds
Wide-ranging, mighty circles?
That was your flight.
You sank into quiet melancholy
You now, you proud spirit.
Such was your flight before revenge shone on you
The wing force smashed.
Now no higher and no lower.
The punishment is enough.
Ernst Stöhr
There you are, you night!
Wild aching longing!
The stars are raising -
The flashing tears.
They blink so quietly
And push and run And fall down
And glow and burn.
They burn and glowAnd shadows rise
The children of the night Who look and are silent.
Ernst Stöhr
And hot whispers.
O sweetest hour!
In dreaming peace
The nocturnal round. And wild embrace And mouth to mouth
Dying kiss
And mortal wound
Ernst Stöhr
Why do you lure me to sweet lust
With a red, dark mouth?
I sink into your hot breast -
Oh! Kiss me healthy!
How does your mouth burn so feverishly hot
And blazes with wild embers!
My poor life is the price
You drink my heart’s blood
Ernst Stöhr
Thanks to your good, oh my god!
You don’t let me feel the soul’s distress;
You extinguish the flame that consumes me
Mercifully you gave me peace!
You don’t let me see the splendor of the earth;
You gave me drowsy, eternal night,
You closed the joyful light to me
I sob and cry and thank you.
Ernst Stöhr
Wildly moved soul
Oh where? Where?
As if caught in a storm, Foam still water,
Are you moved now
Go in the roar of the wind -
Oh where? Where?
See the fog pale
Sink into the deep
In the realm of death
Go in a wild frenzy
Oh where? Where?
There is no escape.
Bind you the powerHeart, how weak you are!
Go into night and dark.
Oh where? Where?
Is it moonlight
That the dark clouds
Shimmering gently breaks through?
Ernst Stöhr
Just laugh, you mouth
Don’t tell the world
That my heart knows nothing of happiness;
That crouched in night
And longs for hot tears
Just laugh, you mouth!
It’s in the bottom of the heart
Desolate and empty, do not betray
That my spirit, conquered, Deeply penetrated by grief, Breaks the staff over himself
Just laugh, you mouth!
Don’t tell the world
That the tears flow lonely;-
That how much I missed Hope inspired me
And there is the last glimmer.
Ernst Stöhr
I’ve got work done for today.
I sit alone in the twilight
And now step silently and unnoticed
The faithful friend in to me
Good that you are coming, forget your sheer
In creation the world became light
You show me the night, the desert
Make the sky tent starless.
It sank a daylight mild
From the window down through the room,
A trembling, gentle formation of light
And became a dream in my heart.
Your dark shadow crept in.
A shivering shudder comes over me.
And yet, you last support of my world.
Ernst Stöhr
Lonely over thorns
Through the hege
Between death and madness
Drove your away
Forward! No mercy, No choice!
And as long as you breathe,
True the torment.
Ernst Stöhr
Who are you, who faithfully accompanies me,
The silent way, the whole period,
Who constantly walks to my side,
That my heart is not alone?
Looking deep at me
In rigid calm, unwavering?
I falter, weary and devastated;
But faithfully your hand stops me.
Who are you? Oh a wild longing
You awaken in my heart;
But you loosen it to tears,
In tears, gloomy, I follow you.
You stand by my bed at night,
You rock me, you wake me up;
You interpret me secret power!
You tell me how things are going!
I am given into your hands
I greet you with a wonderful soul!
Who are you? Don’t want to resist
You dark guest, accompany me!
Ernst Stöhr
You don’t push me to the ground
I still lift my head free
And with firm, serious steps
I scream past you
And also the dark lures me;
I stare up at the light.
And greets the quiet deepI’m standing - I don’t want to yet.
Ernst Stöhr
Otherwise I don’t want to see anything else
And will always go with you
And I’ll give you the pearls
That I found on my way
And will be a celebration with us
And I’ll give everything, everything
Where you feast your eyes
And then know that you suffer with me
Ernst Stöhr
Gay Gay white sky hangs
Over an anxious silence...
Then there will be weather
And rain rush...
In my soul there is anxious silence.
My heart is beating like a bird
In the hand trembles.
In withered crowns
The autumn rocks
Purple leaves
Floating, falling.
Once again, Weary,
The sun shines.
At the quiet lake
I sit and stare
Into a mirrored paradise.
Over your eyelids
Tenderly gently
Stroked with soft down
Celebrate
The miracle bird of the night.
Its big green ones Swing
Are heavy with trauma.
Listen: he wants to sing
Of palm forests and rare sweet things:
Far, far he comes from.
Vision
At midnight I was sitting in the forest
In stormy weather, cloudy and alone
They danced on a dark heap
Demons rank at night
There was me, I had to turn Into this vortex
And blow away as a dream
As empty as my earthly existence
