Else Laske-Schuler

At night I used to steal
The rose of your mouth,

So that no other woman could drink there.

The one who now embraces you

Is taking away the shivers

I drew around your limbs.

I am your wayside.

The one to touch you

Is bound to fall.

Can you feel my essence

All over,

As if it were a distant hem?

Listen ( 1912-198) , de Else Lasker-Schuler, tradução de  Johannes Beilharz . Kraus adorava-a. Podem  travar  conhecimento aqui.

Wayside ( wegrand no orig,)  fica  borda ( do caminho) ou parapeito? Invento : abismo.


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