“on sumptuous white bearskins lies
a slender woman, her lips half open,
with bluish rings beneath her tired, eager eyes,
and dreams and dreams of unfettered revelry, drunken wildness,
a whipped-up delirium of ecstasy
the deadened, faded nerves
of one last, unknown happiness
of a pleasure that is the highest of all pleasures
and yet is not called love and dreams and dreams.”
– felix dörmann