The storm felled trees,
O, my soul was a forest.
Did you hear my cries?
Because your eyes stayed fearfully open.
Stars scattered night
In my forgotten blood.
Now slumbers my soul
Hesitating on tiptoe.
O, my soul was a forest;
Palms shadowed,
On the boughs hung love.
Comfort my soul in its sleep..
Else Lasker-Schüler
Translation english: Gary Bachlund
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