Dornenreich: Eigenwach

Was zieht her von welken Nchten?
Fhl' nun selbst, was diese Dir brchten,
was sie Dir bringen... sie schon brachten.

(Das Ich nimmt wahr)
... Stummes Dunkelsehen... stolpernder Dunkelblick...

(Die Natur vernimmt dies selbst)
... ein menschhnlicher Ri in welker Nacht Gewand...

(Ich)
... tapfere Tne tummeln sich... in dunkelwellenden Unbehagen...
schattengroe Schwebeklnge...

(Natur)
... ein menschhnlicher Lauschepflock...
in welker Nchte Schlummertanz...

(Ich)
... blauschwere Se... gekostete Traumschleier...

(Natur)
... ein menschleiser Sog in welker Nchte Himmelhauch...

(Ich)
... nahegleitende Lauerlfte... hautzngelnde Schlotterschergen...
knochenstrmendes Kltewehen...

(Natur)
...ein menschhnlicher Zittersplitter in welker Nchte grauem Wind...

(Das Ich erkennt)

"Ich bin fassende Ungeduld
und oft erdachtes Zgern.
Sagbar Ich,
ein Mensch von welker Nacht Gestalt,
ein Mensch in seinem eig'nen Halt."
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==English translation==
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What is it that draws nigh from withered nights?
Now feel for thyself what they might bring you,
What they do bring you ... did bring you.

(The self perceives)
Silent Seeing in the dark ... stumbling gazes in the dark ...

(Nature itself can hear it)
a Man-like cleft in the robe of withered night ...

(I)
courageous sounds are romping around ... in darkly waving Unease ...
Floating sounds as big as shadows ...

(Nature)
a man-like listening stake ...
In the slumber-dance of withered nights ...

(I)
blue-heavy sweetness ... tasted veils of dreams ...

(Nature)
a maelstrom, silent as humans, in the heavenly breath of withered nights ...

(I)
lurking winds are gliding near ... trembling henchmen flicker their tongues on skin ...
a blowing coldness gushing into bones ...

(Nature)
a man-like shaking splinter in the grey wind of withered nights ...

(The self realizes)

I am the grasping impatience
And hesitation oft-thought of.
Expressible self,
A human being before the form of withered night,
A human being in his own support.