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Walther von der Vogelweide

greatest German lyric poet of the Middle Ages

 

Yes, yet again, I sat upon a stone.

Legs crossed, downcast, my chin upon my hand.

Cocaine and ketamine tore up my band.

At twenty-seven, I was in the death zone,

 

like Hendrix, Morrison, Cobain, Winehouse.

I swirled around a black hole. Where is that land

of faith and hope where I can take a stand

and sing of God’s glory like the titmouse?
 

One enchanted evening, I saw you at a teahouse.

 Across the crowded room, I sang to you.

 A talented poet, like Winnie the Pooh,

 I searched for an audience—I chose you!

No, not again, will I have such a friend,

beautiful, brilliant, loyal to the end.