Hans Werner Cohn
At the End
He had imagined it quite differently
much less imaginable. When he opened
the window in the morning and saw the planks
he smiled astonished: well, they do exist.
(Why do we never believe what we in fact believe?)
The door was unlocked. But he did not leave the room.
Where can one go here at the end of the world?At first the room seemed unchanged. But later
he noticed the pictures were missing. The mirror
also had disappeared. The walls were bare.Then ashamed of his clothes he undressed
and sat down on a chair in the middle of the room.
He sat in the middle of the room at the end of the world
and was without fear (now he was the fear) and was
without pain (now he was the pain) and said:
This is it. At last. Here it is. Now.
Translated by Frederick G Cohn
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