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www.Lezenswaard.be (in EN: "Worth reading") is a handy international selection of poems & excerpts of prose in Dutch, English, French, German, etc.: click e.g. English-Poetry. Happy reading!

www.Lezenswaard.be is een handzame internationale selectie van lezenswaardige gedichten & prozafragmenten in het Nederlands, Engels, Frans, Duits en andere talen. Veel leesplezier!

"Kon de tijd maar / stil blijven staan / dan ving ik hem / in dit gedicht / en liet hem / nooit meer gaan" (G.V.)

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HAUPTMANN, Gerhart

Die Insel

Hier, wo mein Haus steht,
wehte einst niedriges Gras:
ums Herz Erinnerung weht,
wie ich dereinst
mit Freunden hier sass.
Wir waren zu drein,
vor Jahrtausenden mag es gewesen sein.
Es war einsam hier,
tief, tief!
So waren auch wir.
Verlassenheit über der Insel schlief.
Dann kam der Lärm,
ein buntes Geschwärm:
entbundener Geist,
verdorben, gestorben zuallermeist.
Und nun leben wir in fremdmächtiger Zeit,
verschlagen wiederum in Verlassenheit.
In meines Hauses stillem Raum
herrscht der Traum.