Die einsame Wolke

Martin Greif (1839-1911)

Sonne warf den letztem Schein
müd im Niedersinken;
eine Wolke noch allein
schien ihr nachzuwinken.

Lange sie wie sehnend hing,
ferne den Genossen,
als die Sonne unterging,
war auch sie zerflossen.


All You who Sleep Tonight

Vikram Seth (1952 -)

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -

Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.


Déjeuner du matin

Jacques Prévert (1900-1977)

Il a mis le café
Dans la tasse
Il a mis le lait
Dans la tasse de café
Il a mis le sucre
Dans le café au lait
Avec la petite cuiller
Il a tourné
Il a bu le café au lait
Et il a reposé la tasse
Sans me parler
Il a allumé
Une cigarette
Il a fait des ronds
Avec la fumée
Il a mis les cendres
Dans le cendrier
Sans me parler
Sans me regarder
Il s’est levé
Il a mis
Son chapeau sur sa tête
Il a mis
Son manteau de pluie
Parce qu’il pleuvait
Et il est parti
Sous la pluie
Sans une parole
Sans me regarder
Et moi j’ai pris
Ma tête dans ma main
Et j’ai pleuré.


Lyrisches Intermezzo

Uit: Buch der Lieder
Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)

Ein Fichtenbaum steht einsam
Im Norden auf kahler Höh.
Ihn schläfert; mit weißer Decke
Umhüllen ihn Eis und Schnee.
Er träumt von einer Palme,
Die, fern im Morgenland,
Einsam und schweigend trauert
Auf brennender Felsenwand.


I'm not Lonely

Nikki Giovanni (1943 - )

i'm not lonely
sleeping all alone

you think i'm scared
but i'm a big girl
i don't cry
or anything

i have a great big bed
to roll around
in and lots of space
and i don't dream
bad dreams
like i used
to have that you
were leaving me

now that you're gone
i don't dream
and no matter
what you think
i'm not lonely
all alone



Maurice Carême (1899-1978)

Il nage lentement,
Qui n'a plus de parents.
Un frêle nénuphar
Faiblement, tristement.
On dirait, sur l'étang,
Le bercent de leur chant
Vite, le bon brouillard
Les joncs, quand vient le soir,
Et s'il a peur des gens.



Hermann Hesse (1877-1962)

Es führen über die Erde
Strassen und Wege viel,
Aber alle haben
Dasselbe Ziel

Du kannst reiten und fahren
Zu zwein und zu drein,
Den letzten Schritt
Mußt du gehen allein.

Drum ist kein Wissen
Noch Können so gut,
Als daß man alles Schwere
Alleine tut.



Katherine Mansfield (1888-1923)

Now it is Loneliness who comes at night
Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed.
Like a tired child I lie and wait her tread,
I watch her softly blowing out the light.
Motionless sitting, neither left or right
She turns, and weary, weary droops her head.
She, too, is old; she, too, has fought the fight.
So, with the laurel she is garlanded.

Through the sad dark the slowly ebbing tide
Breaks on a barren shore, unsatisfied.
A strange wind flows... then silence. I am fain
To turn to Loneliness, to take her hand,
Cling to her, waiting, till the barren land
Fills with the dreadful monotone of rain


Trostlos rieselndes Tropfen

Arno Holz (1863-1929)

Draußen die Düne.

Einsam das Haus, eintönig,
ans Fenster,
der Regen.

Hinter mir,
eine Uhr,
meine Stirn
gegen die Scheibe.


Alles vorbei.

Grau der Himmel,
grau die See
und grau
das Herz.


Lone dog

Irene Rutherford Mcleod (1891- 19??)

I'm a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog and lone,
I'm a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own!
I'm a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep;
I love to sit and bay the moon and keep fat souls from sleep.

I'll never be a lap dog, licking dirty feet,
A sleek dog, a meek dog, cringing for my meat.
Not for me the fireside, the well-filled plate.
But shut door and sharp stone and cuff and kick and hate.

Not for me the other dogs, running by my side,
Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide.
O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best,
Wide wind and wild stars and the hunger of the quest.



Christa Reinig (1926- )

Manchmal weint er wenn die worte
still in seiner kehle stehn
doch er lernt an seinem orte

und erfindet alte dinge
halb aus not und halb in spiel
splittert stein zur messerklinge
schnürt die axt an einen stiel

kratzt mit einer muschelkante
seinen namen in die wand
und der allzu oft genannte
wird ihm langsam unbekannt


1(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness)

e.e. cummings






In the Night

Stevie Smith (1902-1970)

I longed for companionship rather,
But my companions I always wished farther.
And now in the desolate night
I think only of the people i should like to bite.



Maya Angelou (1928-2014)

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.



Edward Field (1924 -)

The poster with my picture on it
Is hanging on the bulletin board in the Post Office.
I stand by it hoping to be recognized
Posing first full face and then profile

But everybody passes by and I have to admit
The photograph was taken some years ago.

I was unwanted then and I'm unwanted now
Ah guess ah'll go up echo mountain and crah.

I wish someone would find my fingerprints somewhere
Maybe on a corpse and say, You're it.

Description: Male, or reasonably so
White, but not lily-white and usually deep-red

Thirty-fivish, and looks it lately
Five-feet-nine and one-hundred-thirty pounds: no physique

Black hair going gray, hairline receding fast
What used to be curly, now fuzzy

Brown eyes starey under beetling brow
Mole on chin, probably will become a wen

It is perfectly obvious that he was not popular at school
No good at baseball, and wet his bed.

His aliases tell his history: Dumbell, Good-for-nothing,
Jewboy, Fieldinsky, Skinny, Fierce Face, Greaseball, Sissy.

Warning: This man is not dangerous, answers to any name
Responds to love, don't call him or he will come.