REPETITION
This article was originally published in German. The English version is an automatic translation and may contain errors. The German original is authoritative.
I forgot you in the frenzy.
I traded you against my desire.
I'm now cold and without light.
My eyes empty, my mouth sealed tight.
The fire in the glass vessel
burns on and now I understand:
I cut out my heart
for the tenth time. –
I have no choice.
The flame does not go out.
Alabaster shimmers in my hand.
The spark burst has burnt me.
I've buried it now in the sand.
There it throbs and glows in the night.
I spent hours there,
trying to extinguish it – to destroy it.
Until I began to freeze badly.
Hardly was I exhausted back home.
It glows out from my chest.
I forgot one last remnant.
Overlooked the tiniest spark.
Now during my many steps
a new heart grew in my midst.
Thundering it warms me from within.
I want to win you for myself after all.
Actually I should leave now.
Back into the cold.
Bury the new heart,
but in a hurry
I'd rather take the pistol.
Luise Stark