Friday, August 04, 2006

"Now that you lie buried on the hill
The earth is sweet.

Wherever I now walk on tiptoe
I wander over pure paths.

O the roses of your blood
gently saturate death.

No more am I afraid
of dying."

Else Lasker-Schuler
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