English poem
Nietzsche
by Adolf Wolff (1882–1940)
A sombre silhouette Against a sun-rise sky In solemn solitude, The wanderer goes by.
The shadow that he casts Upon the plains below Strikes terror to the hearts Of those that do not know.
O messenger sublime Who hailest from that land Where joy and beauty reign; If they could understand!...
If they could understand The message that you bring, They'd strew your path with palms; Hosannahs would they sing.
Strength superceding faith, Joy superceding fear: The Super-Christ has come; The Superman is near....