Franz Werfel Long Poems
- 1. I'm Still Just A Child
O Lord, tear me to pieces.
I'm still just a child.
And dare to sing
And call upon you
... - 2. At Old Railroad Stations
At these tiny old railroad stations,
Which my own train long ago left behind,
I fear for the pressing crush of people
Departing, who pass on this stretch of track.
... - 3. The Patient
The patient looks outs into the garden burning
With Christmas* stars of vermillion fire.
They flower, he feels, nicely on that bush together,
But he is no longer akin to himself.
... - 4. Six Septets To Honor The Spring Of 1905
Maria Immisch was the springtime.
With feeling and reverence
I snatch her adored name from the underworld.
When I was fifteen in '05, that year
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