My Soul Swings Poem by Dan Uriel

like condensing under a leady sky
smoke rises over the sad landscape
realize the life and days how to escape

you hard soul, you soft imagination
following in the difficult footsteps of reality
in this loneliness the monotonous silence of misery

where at other times under such a thin sky
sorrow in the hearts of the ponderers
menacingly and desperately

fragmented, tiny windows
the days are fading the sun still blaze
falling into the damp haze

to be like the other wretched
into whom this great age is trapped
and all features are distorted on their faces


do you know
what a barren joy of self-awareness
pull-attracts that this landscape does not allow

what kind of rich suffering
who is pushed and beaten abroad
you can only smile here, you can cry here

the gloomy longing
you can only have yourself here
Oh, soul! This is my country