What is wrong with me?
– The notebook for my publisher
– then all is well.
The moon rises – my longing goes to bed.
My longing throws itself on the bed
and laughs infernally:
God is still awake –
blessed sleepless angels around his throne!
What is wrong with me?
– The notebook for my publisher
– then all is well.
The moon rises – my longing goes to bed.
My longing throws itself on the bed
and laughs infernally:
God is still awake –
blessed sleepless angels around his throne!