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|IMHO sind viele Gedichte Cranes genial. Versuche mal ein Gedicht zur Erkenntnis oder zur Wahrheit zu schreiben! Zu abstrakt? Crane meisterte es in wenigen Zeilen. Einige Gedichte sind auch äußerst provokant; vielleicht deshalb umso unbekannter. Meine Favoritenauswahl ist hier nachzulesen.|
|A god in wrath||Many workmen|
|A learned man came to me once||Supposing that I should have the courage|
|A man said to the universe||The wayfarer|
|A man saw a ball of gold in the sky||There was a man with tongue of wood|
|A spirit sped||There were many who went in huddled procession|
|If I should cast off this tattered coat||Think as I think|
|In a lonely place||Well, then, I hate Thee, unrighteous picture|
|I saw a man pursuing the horizon||When the prophet, a complacent fat man,|
|I stood upon a high place||You tell me this is God?|
I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
And carousing in sin.
One looked up, grinning,
And said: "Comrade! Brother!"
You tell me this is God?
I tell you this is a printed list,
A burning candle and an ass.
| A god in
Was beating a man;
He cuffed him loudly
With thunderous blows
That rang and rolled over the earth.
All people came running.
The man screamed and struggled,
And bit madly at the feet of the god.
The people cried:
"Ah, what a wicked man!"
"Ah, what a redoubtable god!"
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said.
"You can never "
"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.
"Ha," he said,
"I see that none has passed here
In a long time."
Later he saw that each weed
Was a singular knife.
"Well," he mumbled at last,
"Doubtless there are other roads."
| "Think as
I think," said a man,
"Or you are abominably wicked;
You are a toad."
And after I had thought of it,
I said, "I will, then, be a toad."
|A man said to
"Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
"A sense of obligation."
"And the sins of the fathers shall
be visited upon the heads of the children, even unto the third and fourth
generation of them that hate me."
Well, then, I hate Thee, unrighteous picture;
Wicked image, I hate Thee;
So strike with Thy vengeance
The heads of those little men
Who come blindly.
It will be a brave thing.
Exodus 20:5 Holy Bible, International Version:
"...for I, the LORD, your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the fathers to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me."
2.Mose 20:5, Übersetzung Martin Luther:
"Denn ich, der Herr, dein Gott, bin ein eifriger Gott, der da heimsucht der Väter Missetat an den Kindern bis in das dritte und vierte Glied, die mich hassen;"
Through spaces of night;
And as he sped, he called:
He went through valleys
Of black death-slime,
From crevice and cavern
"God! God! God!"
Fleetly into the plains of space
He went, ever calling:
Eventually, then, he screamed,
Mad in denial:
"Ah, there is no God!"
A swift hand,
A sword from the sky,
And he was dead
| Many workmen
Built a huge ball of masonry
Upon a mountain-top.
Then they went to the valley below,
And turned to behold their work.
"It is grand," they said;
They loved the thing.
Of a sudden, it moved:
It came upon them swiftly;
It crushed them all to blood.
But some had opportunity to squeal.
|Anfang Literatur Philosophie in der Belletristik|