English poem
The Suicide
by Alfred Lichtenstein (1889–1914)
White, I lie On the remains of an amusement park Between jagged buildings - Burning flower... shining sea... Toes and hands Reach out into emptiness. Longing tears the weeping body to pieces. The little moon glides above me. Eyes grope Gently into the deep world, Sunken hats Wandering stars.