by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Language: English 
Our translations:  GER
I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give --
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.

I am alone, as though I stood
On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
About me only swirling snow,
Above me, endless space unfurled;

With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
Who are not lonely, having died.

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  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Allein", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2004-12-28
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Word count: 80