Franz Werfel Open Poems
- 1. One Hour Ater The Dance Of Death
I lay in the abyss, where twisting squeezing
The lowest form of life pushed itself peristaltically.
Where slippery and slimy worm and eel entwined,
I was a worm myself, overwhelmed with exhaustion.
... - 2. 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
... - 3. Morning Hymn
I am not dead. Through slit and crack
The piercing ray only glanced me,
And in the glow of self-possession
I survive once more once again.
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