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.

 
Translation from German © A. Durchschlag and J. Litman-Demeestere

 

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