Gottfried Benn | Morgue | Beautiful Art (1912) | | The mouth of a girl who had been lying in the reeds,
looked so chewed . When they tore down the chest, was the oesophageal Sun of holes. | was finally in a bower under the diaphragm to a nest of young rats. A little sister died | The others lived on liver and kidney, drank the cold blood and had a beautiful youth spent | here. And nice and quickly came her death | They threw all the water.
Oh, how the little snouts squeaked! | | | |
Stefan George | come to the declared dead park (1897) | | Come to the declared dead park and look: Brightens | The shimmer also smiling shores
The pure clouds unexpected blue the pond and the colorful paths | there take a deep yellow, the soft gray Of birch and book - the wind is lukewarm | The late roses withered not quite Erles kiss her and weaves the wreath | forget these last | the purple asters not sprung up around the wild vines
And what's left of green living face twisting slightly in the autumn. |
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