Karl Kraus Poems

That flaw of yours, that vent - I love it, dear;
it’s part of you
and ranks with me among your finest features.
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Here in this land no one gets ridicule
but he who tells the truth. He then must stand
defenseless and attract some smirking, cool
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This talk of merger gets me upset –
I care for no Austro-German reunion.
With Germany I have no communion –
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I divide the people I don’t greet into four groups.

There are those whom I don’t greet in order not to compromise myself
This is the simplest group.
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Berlin, 22 September 1916.
On 17 September one of our
submarines sank a fully
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