Starry Night – Poem | Hans Paasche

Hans Paasche

„My name is Paasche, I was a naval officer and am now a revolutionary!” Berlin, November 9th, 1918

Starry Night – Poem

Hoarfrost; the earth crackles
Stars low and aloft
Forward!
Animals. Aim and fire.
Moaning.
Bike creaks along the path.
Tribes nearby.
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!
Silence!

“Starry Night”, by Hans Paasche

3 Comments»

jendieng wrote @ September 17, 2021 at 5:45 pm

Is this poem also wratten in German?

Kamil Kolata wrote @ September 18, 2021 at 11:01 am

Here you can find the German original version:
https://hanspaaschede.wordpress.com/gedichte/

jendieng wrote @ September 18, 2021 at 11:50 am

Thank you so very very much I am delighted.

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Hans Paasche

03.04.1881 - 21.05.1920

"Hans Paasche was a person who when confronted with evil and injustice in the world, took for granted that something could be done, and that he had to engage himself in doing it. He always began by changing himself. Once he changed himself he used his considerable gifts of leadership to try to change others, whether they were the mighty or the low, but always he began with himself. He led by example. When the mighty turned a deaf ear to his entrities he turned to young people. He put his faith and trust in them for a healthier, more peaceful future."

May 2008, Gottfried Paasche
(grandson of Hans Paasche)

Hans Paasche