illustration of Else Lasker-Schülerfrom "Tino of Baghdad" by Else Lasker-Schüler 1907
To the
Barbarian
The rough drops of your blood Bring sweetness to my skin. Do not call my eyes traitresses Because they’re floating around your skies; I’m resting on your night, smiling And teaching your stars how to play. And I’m walking through the rusty gate Of your bliss with a song. I love you and am coming nearer, in white And transfigured on pilgrimage toes, I’m taking your haughty heart, Pure chalice, with me to the angels. I love you as if I’d died And my soul were spread across you – My soul took in all the pain, Its bitter images will shatter you. But there are so many roses in bloom I’d like to give you; I’d like to bring you all the gardens Woven into a wreath. I keep thinking of you Until the clouds drop down; We’d like to kiss, Wouldn’t we?