געשמאָלצן — צעשמאָלצן
Melted — un-melted
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Page 255. 'Lider fun Umkum' poem 'Alte felder' conclusion and new poem 'Du zogst' (You Say). 'Alte felder' ends: horses 'melted in sticky red,' lying 'bellies up,' bellies 'like bladders, like rubber balloons,' necks in spasms, 'split muzzles and overheated eyes. In spasms of pleasure. In pleasure of spasms.' The rider's body scattered: 'somewhere — who knows where — the skull... the eyes... the body.' 'Night. — White. White. — Night. Song of white — song of night, song of destruction. In the white of destruction lie scattered the limbs of the rider.' New poem 'Du zogst': 'You say I am cursed — say, say. Already come from blessing my day.' 'I have uncovered the heart of the world. Uncovered. And in the very middle with my cursed head I have cut myself in.' The speaker embraces the curse as blessing, cutting into the world's heart with his 'cursed head.'
געשמאָלצן — צעשמאָלצן
אין קלעפּיקן רויט.
מיט די בײַכער אַרויף ליגן די איבערגעטריבענע פֿערד,
די בײַכער ווי בלאָזזעק, ווי גומי־באַלאָנען
שפּאַרן — צעשפּאַרן געשוואָלן.
די העלדזער אין ספּאַזמען.
צעשפּאַלטענע מאָרדעס און איבערגעגלוטיקטע אויגן.
אין ספּאַזמען פֿון תּענוג.
אין תּענוג פֿון ספּאַזמען. —
און ערגעץ — ווער ווייסט וואו —
דער שאַרבן פֿון רײַטער:
און ערגעץ — ווער ווייסט וואו —
די אויגן פֿון רײַטער:
און ערגעץ — ווער ווייסט וואו —
דאָס לײַב פֿון רײַטער.
נאַכט. — ווײַס.
ווײַס. — נאַכט.
געזאַנג פֿון ווײַס —
געזאַנג פֿון נאַכט,
געזאַנג פֿון אומקום.
אין ווײַס פֿון אומקום
ליגן צעשאָטן די אבֿרים פֿון רײַטער.
דו זאָגסט
זאָגסט — איך בין פֿאַרשאָלטן —
זאָג זאָג
ס'וועט קומען. שוין געקומען
שוין געקומען פֿון בענטשונג מײַן טאָג.
כ'האָב אַנטפּלעקט דאָס האַרץ פֿון דער וועלט.
אַנטפּלעקט. און אין סאַמע מיטן
מיט מײַן קאָפּ מיט מײַן פֿאַרשאָלטענעם,
מיט מײַן פֿאַרשאָלטענעם קאָפּ זיך אַרײַנגעשניטן.
Geshmоltsn — tseshmоltsn
in klepikn royt.
Mit di baykher aroyf lign di ibergetribene ferd,
di baykher vi blоzzek, vi gumi-balоnen
shparn — tseshparn geshvоln.
Di heldzer in spazmen.
Tseshpaltene mоrdes un ibergeglutikete oygn.
In spazmen fun tayneg.
In tayneg fun spazmen. —
Un ergets — ver veys vu —
der sharbn fun rayter:
un ergets — ver veys vu —
di oygn fun rayter:
un ergets — ver veys vu —
dos layb fun rayter.
Nakht. — Vays.
Vays. — Nakht.
Gezang fun vays —
gezang fun nakht,
gezang fun umkum.
In vays fun umkum
lign tseshоtn di eyvorim fun rayter.
Du zоgst
Zоgst — ikh bin farshоltn —
zog zog
s'vet kumen. Shoyn gekumen
shoyn gekumen fun benshung mayn tog.
Kh'hob antplekt dos harts fun der velt.
Antplekt. Un in same mitn
mit mayn kop mit mayn farshоltenem,
mit mayn farshоltenem kop zikh arayngeshnіtn.
Melted — un-melted
in sticky red.
With bellies up lie the over-driven horses,
the bellies like bladders, like rubber balloons
straining — un-straining swollen.
The necks in spasms.
Split muzzles and overheated eyes.
In spasms of pleasure.
In pleasure of spasms. —
And somewhere — who knows where —
the skull of the rider:
and somewhere — who knows where —
the eyes of the rider:
and somewhere — who knows where —
the body of the rider.
Night. — White.
White. — Night.
Song of white —
song of night,
song of destruction.
In the white of destruction
lie scattered the limbs of the rider.
You Say
You say — I am cursed —
say say
it will come. Already come
already come from blessing my day.
I have uncovered the heart of the world.
Uncovered. And in the very middle
with my head with my cursed one,
with my cursed head I have cut myself in.
Page 255. 'Lider fun Umkum' poem 'Alte felder' conclusion and new poem 'Du zogst' (You Say). 'Alte felder' ends: horses 'melted in sticky red,' lying 'bellies up,' bellies 'like bladders, like rubber balloons,' necks in spasms, 'split muzzles and overheated eyes. In spasms of pleasure. In pleasure of spasms.' The rider's body scattered: 'somewhere — who knows where — the skull... the eyes... the body.' 'Night. — White. White. — Night. Song of white — song of night, song of destruction. In the white of destruction lie scattered the limbs of the rider.' New poem 'Du zogst': 'You say I am cursed — say, say. Already come from blessing my day.' 'I have uncovered the heart of the world. Uncovered. And in the very middle with my cursed head I have cut myself in.' The speaker embraces the curse as blessing, cutting into the world's heart with his 'cursed head.'
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