"Entrance" from Buch der
Bilder
Who you also would be: in the evening
steps out
out of your room, where you know
everything;
as the last one before the distance
lies your house:
who you also would be,
With your eyes, which seldom wearily
free themselves from the necessary
threshold,
you absolutely slowly heave a black
tree
and set it up against the heavens:
small and alone.
And you have made the world. And she
is big
and like a word that yet ripens in
silence.
And like your will grasping its own
sense,
they sweetly let your eyes go...
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