Else Lasker-Schüler
Parting But you never came with the evening — I sat waiting in a shawl of stars. ... Whenever there was a knocking at my door, It was my own heart. It now hangs on every doorpost, Even on yours; Between the ferns the fireroses expire In the withering garland. I dyed the heaven blackberry With my heartblood. But you never came with the evening — ... I stood waiting in golden shoes.
RabidFerretKins · Mon Mar 29, 2010 @ 06:46am · 0 Comments |