Eric Otto SIEPMANN (1903-1970)
„Epitaph”
Here at my desk I mock my fate,
If help comes now, it comes too late,
The valued pictures in my mind,
My sheer neglect, have made me blind.
My dream deserved a steady look,
I failed to put it in a book,
And now, and now I cannot see,
My dream destroyed reality…
No fact consoles me for my flight,
No truth can give me back my sight,
No dream can make me think I see,
No life is left, so bury me.
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Non temere l’amore di ieri
Fear not the love of yore –
As long as it’s alive,
Reborn in our hearts
Entwined in our minds.
Let us relive again
A torrid night of love,
More than we had before,
Or greater than we know,
Recalling yesteryear’s
Ever-nostalgic dreams…
Call me! and have no fear:
One only night of Love!
Night of a carnal bliss,
To live the everlasting,
Ever-redeeming dream!
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