The FROZEN BLOCK of CRANE BLOCKWINDE
(James Stevens)

Like me one evening in the small coffee hinsass,
An old waitress with me that these words said:

"To see I, that you a crane, and not general right bum,
The cause nobody a crane of block agitates however its coffee is an inch.

My liked were a crane of block, is today none there that him;
If you pour Whisky on him, it could eat a package hay.

It never shaved its Whiskers by far its skin hornigen.
It would suit it precisely inside with a hammer and would bite it far towards the interior.

My liked came to see one day freezing me afterwards.
It held forks and spoons me in its vernarrten which broke three movements.

It embraced me, distributed us, so hard that it broke my Kiefer.
I could not speak, to declare to him that it forgot its mackinaw became.

I saw my Geliebtverlassen and sauntering by snow,
Forty-eight gaily heimwaerts go downwards.

Tried to freeze time, him. It tested its level well.
With degrees hundred below zero, it buttoned its waistcoat.

You to freeze clean to cross towards China. It has cold in top with stars.
It have cold my love of crane of block to miles degrees above below zero.

You in futile, would Sir thaw out him and you tried to accept me?
You left him in the axtblaetter, Douglastanne with heels.

And thus I lost want to say liked that and to this coffee I, come.
And here, I, wait somebody agitates his coffee with his inch."