Ein alter Tibetteppich

Else Lasker-Schüler

Ein alter Tibetteppich

Deine Seele, die die meine liebet
Ist verwirkt mit ihr im Teppichtibet

Strahl in Strahl, verliebte Farben,
Sterne, die sich himmellang umwarben.

Unsere Füsse ruhen auf der Kostbarkeit
Maschentausendabertausendweit.

Süsser Lamasohn auf Moschuspflanzentron
Wie lange küsst dein Mund den meinen wohl
Und Wang die Wange buntgeknüpfte Zeiten schon.

EDr 8. Dezember 1910 in »Der Sturm« Jg. 1, Nr. 41. S. 328

Geboren am 11. Februar 1869 in Elberfeld, gestorben am 22. Januar 1945 in Jerusalem.

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Come live with me, and be my love

John Donne (* 22. Januar 1572 in London, † 31. März 1631 ebenda)

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.

There will the river whispering run
Warm’d by thy eyes, more than the sun;
And there the ‚enamour’d fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.

When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channel hath,
Will amorously to thee swim,
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.

If thou, to be so seen, be’st loth,
By sun or moon, thou dark’nest both,
And if myself have leave to see,
I need not their light having thee.

Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset,
With strangling snare, or windowy net.

Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest;
Or curious traitors, sleeve-silk flies,
Bewitch poor fishes‘ wand’ring eyes.

For thee, thou need’st no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait:
That fish, that is not catch’d thereby,
Alas, is wiser far than I.