A Love Song
by Else Lasker-SchŸler
translation
Janine Canan
Out of golden breath
Heaven created us.
Oh, how we love one another.
Birds become buds on the branches
and roses flutter away.
I keep searching for your lips
behind a thousand kisses.
A night made of gold,
stars made of night--
no one can see us.
When daylight brings the green
we slumber--only our shoulders
still play like butterflies.
