“Sad Poem”

You sit in your chair and write.
You grow more and more and more tired.
You go to bed at the right time.
You eat at the right time.
You have money,
A gift from the Dear Lord.
Life is wonderful!
Your heart beats louder and louder and louder.
The sea grows quieter and quieter and quieter.
To the very depths.

San Antonio 11 April 1933

[GS VI p 520; composed immediately after his arrival in Ibiza, having fled Germany for the last time in mid-March with the rise of the Nazi Party to full control.]

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