Come to me in the night—we shall sleep closely together.
I am so tired, lonely from being awake.
A strange bird already sang in the dark early morning,
As my dream still wrestled with itself and me.
Flowers open before all the springs
Taking on the color of your eyes. . .
Come to me in the night on seven-starred shoes
And love shall be wrapped up until late in my tent.
Moons rise from the dusty trunk of heaven.
We shall make love quietly like two rare animals
In the high reeds behind this world.
translated by Michael Gillespie
4 thoughts on “A Love Song by Else Lasker-Schüler”
I like the seven starred shoes and the plural moons, wonderful, celestial.
Glad you like it.
That is just so gorgeous.
Glad you like it, Anna.