A Theme and Variations
The year goes out in wrath. And through the winter
Are scattered little days like cottages.
And lampless, hourless nights; and grey mornings,
Their indistinguishable images.
Summertime, autumn – time and season passing,
And brown death has seized on every fruit.
And new cold stars appear now in the darkness,
Unseen before, even from the ship’s roof.
Pathless is every life. And every path
Bewildered. The end unknown. And whoso seeks
And finds a path finds that his utterance breaks
Off in sight of it, empty the hands he shakes.
When snow falls on pane and sill,
Long peals are borne on evening air;
The board is laid for many there
In a house provided well.
On their wanderings, several others
Come to the gate by dark ways.
Gold blossoms the tree of grace
Where cool sap in the earth gathers.
The wanderer quietly steps across
A threshold pain has turned to stone.
On the board glow bread and wine
You, centaury, O lesser star,
You birch, you fern, you oak:
Near me you stay as I go far…
Home, into your snare we walk.
Black on a bearded palm tree
Hangs cherry-laurel bunched like grapes.
I love, I hope, I believe…
The small date, split open, gapes.
A saying speaks – to whom? To itself: Servir
Dieu est régner…I can
Read it, I can – it is coming clear –
Get out of Me-no-unnerstan.
after Georg Heym, ‘Mitte des Winters’
Georg Trakl, ‘Ein Winterabend’
Paul Celan, ‘Kermorvan’