Saturday, December 8, 2012

A Poem By Else Lasker-Schüler

A book of watercolor postcards by Franz Marc sent to the expressionist poet Else Lasker-Schüler
(available here.)

An Old Tibetan Rug

Your soul, which loveth mine,
Is woven with it into a rug-Tibet.

Strand by strand, enamored colors,
Stars that courted each other across the length of

Our feet rest on the treasure

Sweet lama-son on your musk-plant-throne

How long has your mouth been kissing mine,

And cheek to cheek colorfully woven times?

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