Starry Night – Poem
Hoarfrost; the earth crackles
Stars low and aloft
Animals. Aim and fire.
Bike creaks along the path.
It is illusion: no men are living.
All things always disconnected.
The others are dead or gone astray,
Fools. Or they’re asleep.
No one stands exactly there, where I stand.
To love death!
“Starry Night”, by Hans Paasche