Erhard Hans Josef Lang Poems

With wet traces yet of the embittered quarreling
in our eyes that we have pinched together
we are biting ourselves fast onto each other
angrily anxious to celebrate our reconciliation
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In matters of God, God is
Trying his very best to really take under his arms
All types of you religionists across his globe of hope.
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MEDITATIONS WITH KNOWLEDGE OF IDENTIFICATIONS

PROLOGUE
The supersonic sound vibration 'H: M', in these modern times,
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People can never stand to admit that times have changed
And that time had come to do away with the old decrees.
'Wouldn't it mean to admit our fathers
who initiated the decrees were wrong? '
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What in all the world
would our knowledgable meta-scientists proclaim
if all of sudden a sort of
nervous confusion were to befall
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The sun of today isn't yet for you,

it still sees on your wrists the shame of the traces of fetters,
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It feels the right thing for a man to hang out thereabouts
And to wonder at our creator's wisdom.
The trees already are in their virgin bloom,
Dear little big sun on the early summer day taking his nose-dive down
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Fulminating, irradescent, roaring,
life takes leaps onward to,
tears away to come along,
and it lets go again of none,
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The moon is glistening mute,
exploring if the tempestuous earth were taking his nap.

As if, with her eye getting sore, watching over a diseased son:
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Show me your face close-by, O Life.
Grant me to touch it with eyes,
For I love it, yes I do,
although it were ugly.
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