October 10th, 1912
There is a man in flames.
How difficult it is to walk among people
While pretending not to have been killed,
And on the tragic play staged by desires
Lecture those who've yet to begin to live.
And scrutinizing your daily nightmare
Find structure in feelings' confused whirl
So that you may in art's pale glimmer
Decipher this life's devastating fire.
10 May 1910
As from the void – a blue fountain
Of light splashed forth.
Our heads raised up to the mountain –
And it has fled north,
Scattered above the black distance
In golden hues,
And here, again, an arch, a spiral,
A sphere, a swirl,
In green, yellow, fire-red, sky-blue –
Night's lights go on...
And, having stirred for no reason,
Wither from view.
(Agitatorn by Hans Hammarskiold, London, 1955)