A keresés eredménye oldal 2

At Christmastime

At Christmastime I like to travel
and am far from the children's jubilation
and go into the woods and snow alone.
And sometimes, but not every year,
my good hour arrives
in which I recover for a moment
from everything that was there.
And somewhere in the woods for an hour,
the scent of childhood sinks deep into my mind
and I'm a boy again...
 

Hard People

How is your look so hard
It wills everything to stone
Is there not the smallest dream within
Is the present nothing but coldness
 
May then, in your mind,
absolutely no sun shine?
And doesn't it ever make you cry
that you were never children?
 

Please

When you give me your small hand,
 
which speaks so many unspokens,
have I ever then asked you
if you love me?
I don't need you to love me,
I want only to know you deeply
and for you to sometimes, quietly and gently,
give me your hand.
 

At Night

At night, when the sea cradles me,
and pale starshine
lies on its wide waves,
then I detach myself completely
from all doing and all love
and stand still and just breathe
alone, cradled by the sea alone,
that lies quiet and cold with a thousand lights.
 
Then I have to think of my friends
and lower my gaze into their eyes,
and ask each one quietly alone:
'Are you still mine?
Is my suffering a pain to you? My death a death?
Do you feel, in my distress,
only a touch of my love, only an echo?”
 
And calmly, the sea looks and remains silent.
And smiles: No.
And from nowhere comes greeting and answer.
 

Books

All the books in this world
will not bring you happiness,
but secretly, they point you
back within yourself.
 
There lies everything you need,
sun, star, and moon,
because the light you're asking after
lives within yourself.
 
The wisdom you've long sought
in the libraries
now shines from every page -
because now it is yours.
 

Evening Conversation

What are you gazing at, daydreaming, in this cloudy land?
I put my heart into your beautiful hand.
It is so full of unspoken happiness.
So hot - did you not feel it?
 
With a strange smile, you give it back to me.
A gentle pain...It is silent. It is cooled.