Poems of Franz Werfel
|1.||At Old Railroad Stations||4/21/2010|
|2.||Dance Of Death||4/21/2010|
|4.||Dead Friend Of My Youth||4/21/2010|
|5.||I'm Still Just a Child||3/30/2012|
|7.||One Hour Ater The Dance Of Death||4/21/2010|
|8.||Six Septets To Honor The Spring Of 1905||3/30/2012|
|9.||The Creature's Stare||4/21/2010|
|10.||The Faithful One||4/21/2010|
Dance Of Death
Death has taken me out for a swing.
At first I didn't drop from the quickstep
In his dance and clogged right along
Until he drove the tempo up.
How swiftly was I pulled into being
The jumping jack, the dancing chicken,
Becoming nothing but a scream to God
With no hope of what He was thinking.