Tag der Offenbarung (German Edition)

Tag: Offenbarung und Untergang

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You, a green metal and within a fiery face that wants to go there and sing away gloomy times and the flaming fall of the angel from the hill of skeletons. A dead person visits you. From the heart self-spilt blood runs and in the black eyebrow an unspeakable moment nests; dark encounter. You — a purple moon, as the other one appears in the green shadow of the olive tree.

After this everlasting night follows. When snow falls against the window, Long sounds the evening bell… For so many has the table Been prepared, the house set in order. From their wandering, many Come on dark paths to this gateway. The tree of grace is flowering in gold Out of the cool sap of the earth. In stillness, wanderer, step in: Grief has worn the threshold into stone.

In the evening the father became an old man; in dark rooms the countenance of the mother turned into stone and the curse of the degenerated race weighed on the boy.

Sometimes he remembered his childhood, filled with sickness, terror and gloom, secret games in the garden of stars, or feeding rats in the dusking courtyard. From the blue mirror stepped the slender figure of the sister and as if dead he fell into darkness. At night his mouth burst open like a red fruit and stars gleamed over his speechless grief.

"Tag des jüngsten Gerichts" English translation

His dreams fulfilled the ancient house of the fathers. In the evening he liked to walk over the decayed cemetery, or he watched the corpses in the dusking crypts, the green stains of rot on their beautiful hands. At the gate of the monastery he asked for a piece of bread; the shadow of a black horse jumped out of darkness and frightened him.

When he lay in his cool bed, unspeakable tears overcame him.

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But there was no one who might put a hand on his forehead. When autumn came, he walked clairvoyant in the brown floodplain. O, the hours of wild ecstasy, the evenings by the green river, the hunting. O, the soul which quietly sang the song of the yellowed reed; fiery piety. Silently and long he looked into the starry eyes of the toad, felt with trembling hands the coolness of the old stone and consulted with the revered legend of the blue well.

O, the silver fish and fruits which fell from crippled trees. The chords of his steps filled him with pride and contempt of men. On the way home, he encountered an abandoned palace. Decayed gods stood in the garden, mourning in the evening. But it seemed to him: I lived here through forgotten years. But he spent his days in a dark cave, lied and stole and hid, a flaming wolf before the white countenance of the mother. O, the hour when with a stony mouth he sank down in the garden of stars, the shadow of the murderer came over him.

Hate burned his heart, lust, when in the green summer garden he violated the silent child and in the radiance recognized his own deranged countenance. Woe, in the evening at the window, when out of purple flowers death, a grayish skeleton, stepped.

O, you towers and bells; and the shadows of night fell stony upon him. No one loved him. Lie and lechery burned his head in dusking rooms. Above his head the shadow of evil rose up. O, you nights and stars. In the evening he walked past the mountain with the cripple; the rosy splendor of sunset lay on the icy peak and his heart quietly rang in the dusk.

The stormy firs sank heavily upon them and the red hunter stepped out of the forest. When night came his heart broke like crystal and gloominess beat his forehead. Under bare oak trees he strangled a wild cat with icy hands. To his right, lamenting, the white figure of an angel appeared, and in the darkness the shadow of the cripple grew.

But he lifted a rock and threw it at the other so that he fled howling and in the shadow of the tree the soft countenance of the angel faded away sighing. Long he lay on a stony acre and gazed with astonishment at the golden tent of the stars. Chased by bats, he fell away into darkness. Breathless he entered the decayed house. Feverish, he sat upon the icy stairs, raging against God that he might die.

Shooing over strange stairs, he met a Jewish girl and he grabbed at her black hair and he seized her mouth. Hostile shapes followed him through gloomy streets and an iron clinking tore his ear. Along autumnal walls he, an acolyte, quietly followed the silent priest; drunkenly he breathed in the scarlet of his reverend vestment under seared trees. O, the decayed disk of the sun.

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Sweet torments consumed his flesh. In a deserted passageway his own bleeding figure covered with refuse appeared to him. Woe, to the unspeakable guilt signified by it. But when he walked along the autumnal river under bare trees pondering something blazing, a flaming daemon appeared to him in hairy coat, the sister.

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Awaking the stars expired above their heads. O of the cursed race. When in maculate rooms every destiny has been fulfilled, death enters the house with moldering steps. O, that it were spring outdoors and a lovely bird was singing in the blossoming tree.

But grayish the scanty green withers around the windows of the nocturnal ones and bleeding hearts still think evil. O, the dusking spring paths of the pondering.

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So that he might forget his fate and the thorny sting. Freely the brook greens, where silverly his foot wanders, and a telling tree rustles above his deranged head. Thus he lifts the snake with slender hand and in fiery tears his heart melted away. The silence of the forest is sublime, greening darkness, and the mossy animals fluttering up when night comes.

O the shiver when every being knows its guilt, walks thorny paths. Aus der Offenbarung Johannis: Published Leipzig ; Berlin: Also Titled Die Offenbarung Johannis. Author Boll, Franz Johannes.

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