3. Infant Joy
I have no name
I am but two days old,-
What shall I call thee?
I happy am
Joy is my name,-
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy but two days old.
Sweet joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile
I sing the while
Sweet joy befall thee.
[William Blake]

5. In Memoriam
Be near me when my light is low.
When the blood creeps and the nerves prick
And tongle, and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of beeing slow.
Be near me when the sensous frame
Is racked with pangs that conquer trust,
And time a maniac, scattering dust,
And life, a fury, slinging flame.
Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing,
And weave their petty cells and die.
Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife.
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.
[Alfred Lord Tennyson]

6. Stoa
Bene est viro qui
miseretur et commodat-
qui disponit res suas
cum justitia.
In aeternum non vacilabit.
Distribuit, donat pauperibus,
munificentia ejus manebit semper,
cornu ejus
extolletur cum gloria.
[Mittelalterlich / Medieval]
拉丁机翻英文：
Luvah
Well the man who
compassion and commodat-
He arranges his affairs
When justice.
I will never vacilabit.
Dispersed, he gives to the poor,
munificence will remain forever;
his wing
extolled the glory.

7. Captivity
Caged in old woods,whose reverend echoes wake
When the hern screams along the distant lake,
Her little heart oft flutters to be free,
Oft sighs to turn the unrelenting key.
In vain the nurse that rusted relic wears,
Nor moved by gold - nor to be moved by tears;
And terraced walls their black reflection throw
On the green-mantled moat that sleeps below.
[Samuel Rogers]

8. Dust
I vex my heart with fancies dim:
He still outstript me in the race;
It was but unity of place
That made me dream I ranked with him.
And so May place retain us still,
And he the much-beloved again,
A lord of large experience, train
To riper growth the mind and will:
And what delights can equal those
That stir the spirits inner deeps,
When one that loves but knows not, reaps
A truth from one that loves and
knows?
[Alfred Lord Tennyson]

9. (N)ever
Youre within reach
but out of here.
Your breath and warmth
are always near -
But lost to me.
I´m bound by laws
and chained in time.
Im filth and lie
and flesh of mine -
(But) your traces in me.
That grain of light
You sent to here
Goes unattainable to me -
Goes underground.
Your depht and height
Removed from me.
In mind and blood
Ill gradually
- Turn to stone.
[K.-U. Skerra]

10. Taumel
Time runs out.
I left behind
My breath came up to here.
Till now I hesitated.
Tired eyes -
I scan the old horizon.
My path cant end this way.
But dyes rapidly fading.
Find to calm,
My heart without.
But Im to weak to try.
That lie was my undoing.
Breakable
Arising hope for silence, -
Thus far I was the child.
The sleepers now awakened.
[K.-U. Skerra]

(1993)