Lonely
Ernst Baeker
The crows caw
and go with zipping wings to the city:
soon it will be snowing.
Happy is he who now yet has a homeland!
Now you stand numbly,
gazing backward, ah! for how long already?
Why, you fool,
did you flee into the world as Winter approached?
The world - a door
to a thousand wastelands silent and cold!
He who has lost
what you have lost, never stops anywhere.
Now you stand pallid,
cursed to wander in the winter,
like smoke
that is always seeking colder skies.
Fly, bird, rasp out
your song in the melody of a bird of the wastes!
Hide, you fool,
your bleeding heart in ice and sneers!
The crows caw
and go with zipping wings to the city:
soon it will be snowing.
Woe is he who has no homeland!