Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
......
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
Released, free falling
The wind rushing by your face
Too high to crash down
Suddenly the earth
A yawning maw beneath you
To swallow you whole
No longer soaring
Instead digging deep inside
......
I.
I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so,
Since now at length my fate I know,
Since nothing all my love avails,
Since all, my life seemed meant for, fails,
Since this was written and needs must be---
My whole heart rises up to bless
Your name in pride and thankfulness!
Take back the hope you gave,---I claim
......
Men say the world is full of fear and hate,
And all life's ripening harvest-fields await
The restless sickle of relentless fate.
But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born,
When from the climbing terraces of corn
I watch the golden orioles of Thy morn.
What care I for the world's desire and pride,
Who know the silver wings that gleam and glide,
......
Released, free falling
The wind rushing by your face
Too high to crash down
Suddenly the earth
A yawning maw beneath you
To swallow you whole
No longer soaring
Instead digging deep inside
......
Standing judge the heart of the matter
holding, bring forth to account emotions
walked all to ends pier
Could not muster a tear.
Millions of humans did not appear
this was a picture still deception in arrears.
This was the moment of truth
a time without time
the next step would not be a crime.
For sure I was here
......
Ein Blatt fällt vom Baum,
nicht weil es schwach ist,
sondern weil die Zeit gekommen ist.
Der Wind trägt es fort,
fragt nicht nach Richtung,
kennt kein Ziel.
Vielleicht wird es gesehen,
vielleicht nicht.
......
Was du gibst
kehrt zurück,
manchmal sanft,
manchmal scharf wie Glas.
Ein Handlung
verschwindet nicht
im Vergessen.
Die Welt erinnert sich
......
What you give
returns
sometimes gently,
sometimes sharp as glass.
An action
does not
fade into oblivion.
The world remembers
......