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429 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2005
How many different things there are in the world--.
Let me lean upon you, hold me up, let me lean upon you!
Spring is so gentle, it lies there so gently in the night and decides nothing, only gets me into trouble. Oh, spring does not attack in a forceful and obvious way but simply comes and stays with me till I am conquered.
Such is spring.
Oh, how many different things there are in the world!
If only I could pleasure you with my tears, you who roam about far away! You who made me happy for two moments of my youth! You who squandered the fortune of a lifetime in three grand moments of feeling! But I have no more tears. Do you remember when I came in and kissed you and wanted to go again? You turned your head quickly and stared at me, knowing I loved you so dearly.
Such am I.
An ax is good-natured and kind, there is no poison in it. An ax is no suicide weapon, it does not split anyone open, it only kisses. A red mouth appears where the ax has kissed, two red lips open where it kisses.
Such is the ax.
And here I have a heart for it.
Ah, but life is like this:
It is an eternal separation from you. Such is life. And nobody can live it without having a bright light of stupidity shining in his head so that he understands nothing but riddles. Oh, come to me in the spring, my love, my great one, and bring the ax with you! I take my stand beneath the stars and stretch out my tongue to lick the ax. Such am I.
Such is life.