Excerpt from Auf Vielen Vierte, Erweiterte, mit Ich und die Welt, Vereinigte Ausgabe, 1894-98Oh liebt mich nicht, ihr Guten und Gerechten, oh laßt mich nicht so herb und qualvoll leiden, von eurem Wege muß mein Weg sich scheiden, und gegen euch, nicht mit euch, muß ich fechten.Umsonst, daß wir um Ziel und Pfade rechten, umsonst, daß sorglich wir die Kluft verkleiden, den Einsamen, der nicht mit euch mag weiden, ihr bannt ihn doch zuletzt, als einen Schlechten.Dürft ich euch lieben! Doch wenn eure Hande Erhabenstes mit rohem Griff mißhandeln, und wenn ihr tobt in eures Sinns Umnachtung.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Christian Morgenstern (May 6, 1871–March 31, 1914) was a German author and poet.
Morgenstern's poetry, much of which was inspired by English literary nonsense, is immensely popular, even though he enjoyed very little success during his lifetime. He made fun of scholasticism, e.g. literary criticism in "Drei Hasen", grammar in "Der Werwolf", narrow-mindedness in "Der Gaul", and symbolism in "Der Wasseresel". In "Scholastikerprobleme" he discussed how many angels could sit on a needle. Still many Germans know some of his poems and quotations by heart, e.g. the following line from "The Impossible Fact" ("Die unmögliche Tatsache", 1910):
For, he reasons pointedly / That which must not, can not be. (German: "Weil, so schließt er messerscharf / Nicht sein kann, was nicht sein darf.")
The wit of Christian Morgenstern is at its best in his Galgenlieder. This collection of poems is more conventional and less humorous. By miles not as good as the Galgenlieder.