MM N 643, p. 1
The Urn
Up from this hatred of minehatred towards you – because
You have brought
me –
– a heap of lies –
of audaciousness – of coarseness
a countenance arose
a countenance full of
Grief and Beauty
MM N 643, p. 2
I pace restlessly about seeking
relief – I feel some one else’s
power control me – like
the moon’s sway over the sea – which
from afar – drives the sea
to unrest
to ebb and flow –
Such is the unrest in my
soul – and the atoms of my body
have shifted position –
