Über 400 Menschen singen vor dem Saarbrücker Rathaus!

das nasse hemd

bei genauerer betrachtung

Wir enpfingen alle mâsen
gestern, do wir ertber lâsen;
daz was uns ein kintlich spil.
dô erhôrten wir sô vil
unsern hirte ruofen
unde wuofen:
„kinder, hie gêt slangen vil.“

pose

legend

Legend

As silent as a mirror is believed
Realities plunge in silence by…

I am not ready for repentance;
Nor to match regrets. For the moth
Bends no more than the still
Imploring flame. And tremorous
In the white falling flakes
Kisses are,––
The only worth all granting.

It is to be learned––
This cleaving and this burning,
But only by the one who
Spends out himself again.

Twice and twice
(Again the smoking souvenir,
Bleeding eidolon!) and yet again.
Until the bright logic is won
Unwhispering as a mirror
is believed.

Then, drop by caustic drop, a perfect cry
Shall string some constant harmony,––
Relentless caper for all those who step
The legend of their youth into the noon.

Hart Crane (1899-1932)