God, Hear . . .

Else Lasker-Schüler

1920

The night draws in around my eyes
Its ring of haze.
My pulse has sent my blood into a blaze
Though all about me a gray coldness lies.
O God, that I by living day
Should dream I’m dead,
Drink it in water, choke on it in my bread.
There’s no measure of my grief your scale can weigh.
God, hear . . . in your own favorite color blue
I sang the song…
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