I know the truth - give up
all other truths!
No need for people anywhere
on earth to struggle.
Look - it is evening, look,
it is nearly night:
what do you speak of, poets,
lovers, generals?
The wind is level now, the
earth is wet with dew,
the storm of stars in the
sky will turn to quiet.
And soon all of us will sleep
under the earth, we
who never let each other
sleep above it.
1915