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1. I am free, and that is why I am lost.
2. A true adversary instills a great deal of courage
3. I came into this world with a beautiful wound, and this is all I have to show for it.
4. Life is meaningful because it will stop.
5. People are afraid of freedom and responsibility, so they prefer to hide in the self-made cage.
6, God, life, truth - these are just different names for the same fact ...... we experience it at all times ...... it exists in ourselves, perhaps because of this we cannot get the full picture of it.
7. Be calm and patient. You try to let bad things happen for good. You don't hide from it. Instead, you watch carefully. You replace passive acceptance of stimuli with active understanding. In this way you will cope with these things. One can only reach nobility by experiencing one's insignificance.
8. When a man meets a woman on his way to pursuing his "ideal", he stays with her and everything becomes about the woman and the family!
9, the heart is a house with two bedrooms, one living in pain, the other living in joy, people can not laugh too loud. Otherwise the laughter will wake up the pain in the next room.
10, you can't cope with life when you are alive, you should use one hand to block away some of the despair of fate that envelops you, and at the same time, use the other hand to write down everything you see in the ruins.
11. There are two chief sins of men, from which all the rest follow: impatience and indolence. Through impatience they are banished from Paradise; through slothfulness they can never return.
12. What is love? It is really quite simple. Whatever enhances, enriches, and enriches our lives is love. That which leads to all heights and depths is love.
13. If people want to live, they must have faith. Faith in what? Faith in the rational inner connection of all things and all moments, faith that life as a whole will go on forever, faith in what is nearest and what is farthest.
14. On the handle of Balzac's cane it is written, I am crushing all obstacles. On the handle of my cane it is written: all obstacles are crushing me. ***The same thing: everything.
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This day ......
This day is cold and sad
The clouds condensed.
The wind is a trailing rope
The crowd is frozen.?
The feet made a metallic sound,
the stones oscillated along the way,
where the eye rested
was the vast white expanse of the lake.
In this old town there are
small, light-colored Christmas cottages,
with their colorful windows overlooking
the snow-covered square.
On this moonlit field
there is a man quietly treading through the snow.
His large figure was lifted by the wind
above the surrounding huts.
People walking across the dimly lit bridge
passed the saint
and their small, faint lights.
Clouds drifting past in the gray air
Past the churches
And their shadowy towers.
The man clinging by the square balustrade
Looking out over the dusky current
With his hands against the ancient stone.
November 9, 1903
(in a letter to Oscar Pollack)
In the dusky sunset
In the dusky sunset
We sit curled up with our backs on
benches with the green grass around us.
Our arms sagged feebly,
our eyes blinked sadly
Pedestrians, dressed in all colors,
strolled swaying along the gravel road,
and above our heads was the vast sky,
which stretched from the distant mountains to the tops of the farther mountains;
further and further mountains, and further and further farther the sky.
(In a letter to Hedwig W. dated August 29, 1907, the poem was written a few years ago)
Are you in despair?
Are you desperate?
Yes? Are you desperate?
You run away? You want to hide?
Writers talk about odor.
The seamstress in white gets soaked in the downpour.
(From a 1910 diary)
By reason of weakness ......
By reason of weakness
With renewed strength
We climb,
Mystic Lord
p> Waits,
Till the children
Are exhausted.
September 15, 1912
Engagement Day of Kafka's Sister Valli
(from 1912 diary)
They heard the voice of ......
They heard the voice of our Lord God,
And he walked in the garden,
for the day had grown cool.
Rest in peace Adam and Eve.
My Lord God created Adam,
and clothed his woman with skins for her to wear.
God's anger against the human family.
Two trees,
unjustified injunctions,
punishment for all (serpents, women and men),
preferences for Cain, and God still provokes Cain's anger by speaking.
Man wants to stop himself from being punished through my spirit.
At the same moment people began to preach in the name of God.
And at this time he lived the life of God,
and God banished him and never saw him again.
(From a 1916 diary)
The death of Isaac
In a vague sense a bell tolls.
Listen to the sound if you enter this room.
July 14, 1916
(From the 1916 diary)
Dream and weep ......
Dream and weep, poor family,
Can't find the path, lost the The path.
O pain! It's your evening salutation, O pain! Morning.
I don't want anything but to
Save myself from the outstretched hands of the abyss,
which drags me, an incapacitated man, downward.
I fell heavily into these spread out hands
In the distance of the mountains resounded the sound of a monstrous
slow speech. We listened.
Ah, the ghosts of hell wear
veiled grotesque faces and press themselves tightly.
A long queue, a long queue without end.
July 19, 1916
(from 1916 diary)
I don't know ......
I don't know connotations,
I don't have a key,
I don't believe rumors
Everything is understandable,
because everything is me.
November 24, 1917
(From the third octavo notebook)
The wildly rolling car
Ah, what meets us here!
Beds and camps under the trees,
Green shades, dry leaves,
Faint sun, damp aroma,
Ah, what meets us here!
Where does desire lead us?
What of success? What of success? What of failure?
We needlessly suck and drink the dust and ashes,
suffocating our fathers,
Where does desire lead us?
Where does desire push us?
It rolls out of the house.
Spring 1918
(From the fourth octavo notebook)
The flute seduces, and the rushing brook seduces
You feel the phenomenon of patience,
Rustling through the treetops
And the masters of the garden talk.
I seek in his characters
To explore the hidden secrets of the drama of change,
Words and ulcers ......
Spring, 1918
(From the fourth octavo notebook)
Tiny souls<
Little soul,
You leap in the dance,
Put your head into the warm air,
Pluck your feet out of the glittering grass,
The grass moves angularly in the wind.
Spring 1918
(From the fourth octavo notebook)
What I touch, what breaks
What I touch, what breaks.
The year of mourning is over,
The bird's wings droop and droop.
The moon is naked in the cool night,
The apricot and olive trees have long been ripe.
The goodness of the years.
(From the fifth octavo notebook)
Mercedes, pony
Mercedes, pony
Carry me into the desert,
and all the cities, villages, and lovely rivers are sinking.
Respectable schools, debauched taverns,
The girl's face is sinking,
Swept by the stormy winds from the east.
(From the fifth octavo notebook)
It's the first shovel ......
It's the first shovel, it's the first shovel,
Loose earth crushes before my feet,
A bell rings, and a door trembles.
......
(From broken scraps in notebooks and loose pages)
Some remnants of Woodland
Some remnants of Woodland.
Under the balcony in the moonlight
Happily disintegrated limbs.
There are some leaves in the background,
dark as hair.
September 21, 1920
(From broken scraps in notebooks and loose pages)
You never lift water from ......
"You never lift water from the depths of this well. to carry water."
"What water? What well?"
"Who is asking?"
Silence.
"What silence."
(From broken scraps in notebooks and loose pages)
My longing
My longing for a time far away,
My longing for the present,
My longing for the future,
And I die with it all in a roadside police booth,
p> An upright coffin that was never
A piece of the nation's treasure.
Restrain yourself and never break it,
it is my vocation in this life.
Note: This poem is found in "Notes on a Scattered Page"
Note: The following poem, found in Kafka's November 1903 letter to his high school friend Pollack, is prefaced by these words, "Enclosed are a few lines of poetry, to be read when the mind is in a good mood." There is no caption.
The crows claim
that just one crow
is enough to destroy the sky
but to the sky
it proves nothing
because the sky means
the impotence of the crows.
I have a powerful
hammer
but I can't
use it
because its handle
burns red.