Galerie Flechtheim [Mitarb.]: Der Querschnitt (5.1925)

FOREIGN CORRESPONDENCE
Bemg a tkougkt flasked into a City office in a London Novemker during
tke translation of a letter to Afessieurs Ckose & Cie. „in re“ goods lost
in transit from MARSEILLE
Messieurs,
Nous oous accusons reception
De votre lelLre du trois nooembre . . .

IFAzZ was that?
What were those wann living things,
Wilb voices,
And knowing emotion ?
Tbat flashed pasl my eyes
And slirred to Life
A moment from days tbat were Life,
Wben human beings were Ufe and real,
And feit
And tbougbt
And chatte red ;
And the correspondence of Messieurs Chose
ALight haue gone to tbe dogs
For all Td baue cared /
Wbat are they?
Only shadows?
Calling to nie from Southern shores,
Running wilb flinging strides and foamy splasbings
Into a warm blue sea ;
Rying on sands tbat faintly bear
The taint of deconiposed sbellßsb,
And Stretching sandy sunburnt lirnbs
Till they tingle too, too much;
While tremors,
All unexplained and full of longing,
Draw their perplexed minds and bodies
In the direclion of their desire . . .
But whither? . . .
Tbey know not whither.

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