The Other, Too, Is You - Poem by Peter Rosegger
What once Earth to me presented
she's already asking back;
comes to take what she had granted,
grasping tender speck by speck.
Strange: the more of hurts I carried
the more beauty showed the land;
What I fought for, gains of merit,
softly falling from my hand.
And the lighter I am getting,
the more heavily I walk:
'Can't you, from your moistened setting,
spare me, Earth? I beg you, talk!'
'No, I cannot spare you, Brother,
need you for the other one;
out of you I'll feed the other:
let him also see the sun.
But relax and do not rue:
For the Other, too 'tis You!'
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