As lyrical as it may sound, I am the last bay in an unbroken line of an old German-Suebian ancestry of blacksmiths; in these tractorized days the 'smi ..
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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 creamy drops of maddened cardiac blood cleansing us, making us pure again as you are stabbing me, I am devouring you we're hooking on to each other with our claws to expell the anger with our loins we tear each other's throats out with our angry teethy kissing, mangle each other only to be restoring ourselves again under tears of despondency, nailing each other to the wall, to the table, to the bed for licking up our wounds and bruises mutually the ground is tainted with our passion for each other we'll be getting mellow only then when death with small steps comes rolling over us enfolding us once more as we are gasping snuggled into one another caressing the red-pearled traces of our scratches the air after that bad weather being clean reeking of beastly lust as I passionately love to be dying with you a thousand times like in an explosion.
by Sappho of Ancient Greece (ca.630 - 570 B.C.)
freely retranslated into English by Erhard Hans Josef Lang after a translation into German by philologist Sabine Römmer
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Motion For Peace (translation) by Erhard Hans Josef Lang