Webern (Hmv 10) Poem by johannes lewinsky

Here is Lethe
Where is Mankind not
And my very soul
No longer hungry
Melancholy
But become
A hollow chasm

In the spider's web
Of your afflictions
Doubt

Lurks and festers
Until it becomes

The whole world
Hungry
For your soul which reeks

Of I am
And I have

And as you gaze
Towards the brink of beyond
You will hear

The retort of your solipsism

For it is there only
At the horizon there

Where all is yet to become
That we may find

Cessation