Hugo von Hofmannsthal

(1 February 1874 – 15 July 1929 / Vienna)

Creature Of The Flood Poem Of The Mussels - Poem by Hugo von Hofmannsthal

We are alone in the dark. You up there have lips, rolled-up leaves, hands entwined with rosy blood and bluish veins, we are alone and cannot touch. We live our life fully, our fate is to resist the waves, that is what we become, and triumph and pain color us as the reflection of fall and of the sun colors the waves there near the surfa

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 3, 2012



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