Ein Gott vermags. Wie aber, sag mir, soll

For a god it’s easy
but how shall I, mere man, fly out
between the lyre’s narrow strings?
Duality traps my mind –

no temple for Apollo
whose song, rich as time, differs
from my half-hearted ballads. Easy
for him – but for us …?

Whose are the careless stars?
Are they youth’s, with parted lips?
Or is their sudden song

heard only when time is past –
a deeper breath singing throu us,
the air a trembling god?