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- Herausgeber: Books on Demand
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
"Once there was Eden" is a collection of gloomy sonnets and other poems in the tradition of our ancestors. They deal with offerings to idols, the Jewish religion, the Pharaoh Ramses, and many more. And most certainly with the garden of Eden.
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INDEX
The plague
Roman sacrifice
Riddles
Kabbalah
King of hearts
Ace of hearts
Words to a friend
Freedom
Times of darkness
The scarlet thread
Ramses
Masonry
Knossos
Clay
Prometheus
Felony
Kingdom of France
The snake
Ruins of Troy
Pharaoh
Shoah
The comet
Sunset
Dragons and lions
Once there was Eden
THE PLAGUE
Our country is bewitch'd with an evil plague!
Bubonic plague, we shun thee more than ever!
No more a priest shall teach, a whore shall brag!
Survival in the first place we endeavor!
Foul-smelling bulges before the gates of hell,
where our old foes in fiery rainfall must dwell.
Where is the court, where any plaintiff speaks?
No man is still prepared to file a claim!
The boat is on the ocean, yet it leaks,
no one is leaving, no one's there to blame!
Around the banks of the Thames some rats are running
into the city, where few cats are cunning.
And what about that wig? There is a flea jump!
The little beasts contaminate your hair!
And in your face there is a swelling flea bump,
whence blood is dribbling quickly, do you care?
- Oh yes, this is a wicked thing indeed!
- So cut the bulge and simply make it bleed.
The street is full of bodies of the dead,
who're left out there and give an evil smell.
No passer-by will stop and bow his head
in this demonic scene, none rings the bell.
No more shall law and order rule this empire
and no one face the judge to raise the sham higher.
In all this kingdom pestilence fiercely rules
and takes away the hopes of its bravest knight.
Some doctors are as stubborn as their mules,
refuse their help to end this filthy plight.
Hard liquor is the medicine of the hour
and men are drunk and get their foolish power.
Some doctors wear the masks of birds of prey
and treat their patients in vain by venesection.
This is the first step reaching for decay.
Not even dying men will receive affection.
Whoever can, will leave infested ground
and burn the bridges, blow the trumpet sound.
ROMAN SACRIFICE
Verbena bundles spread their fragrant smell
upon an altar, made of marble stone.
The priests who in Jove's holy temples dwell
burned all the incense and a lion's bone.
They chanted sadly, melodies from heaven,
with trembling voices, altogether seven.
A bull was drawn into the holy temple
next to the altar, fearfully he cried,
and with his feet the bull began to trample
on holy ground; his fate he so defied.
The high priest then commenced the sacrifice
of this poor animal, who knew no vice.
His blood was caught in a receptacle,
and each observer, piously, knelt down;
this was a venerated spectacle
which taught the audience to win the crown:
Hoping for life, the faithful crowd should learn
to die themselves, serenity to earn.
The bull fell down, abandoning his spirit,
believers, grieving, lifted up their hands.
The roughest natures, shunning death, still fear it,
just like the bull's life, all things come to ends.
They prayed to Jove, the highest-ranking God:
"Show us thy grace, oh Jove, mislead us not!"
RIDDLES
I spoke to you in riddles and disguise,
but the ambiguous words have long been clear:
The past induced myself to tell you lies,
what you hear now, is just the truth, my dear!
I searched for you in vain, but still I know
that you are there and know each single word.
