Also sprach Zarathustra: Ein Buch für Alle und Keinen

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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Ähnlich, allzuähnlich
Liege ich hier, von kleinen
Umtänzelt und umspielt,
Insgleichen von noch kleineren
Thörichteren boshafteren
Wünschen und Einfällen,
Umlagert von euch,
Ihr stummen, ihr ahnungsvollen
Dudu und Suleika,
- _umsphinxt_, dass ich in Ein Wort
Viel Gefühle stopfe:
(Vergebe mir Gott
Diese Sprach-Sünde!)
- sitze hier, die beste Luft schnüffelnd,
Paradieses-Luft wahrlich,
Lichte leichte Luft, goldgestreifte,
So gute Luft nur je
Vom Monde herabfiel -
Sei es aus Zufall,
Oder geschah es aus Übermuthe?
Wie die alten Dichter erzählen.
Ich Zweifler aber ziehe es
In Zweifel, dafür aber komme ich
Aus Europa,
Das zweifelsüchtiger ist als alle
Ältlichen Eheweibchen.
Möge Gott es bessern!

Diese schönste Luft trinkend,
Mit Nüstern geschwellt gleich Bechern,
Ohne Zukunft, ohne Erinnerungen,
So sitze ich hier, ihr
Allerliebsten Freundinnen,
Und sehe der Palme zu,
Wie sie, einer Tänzerin gleich,
Sich biegt und schmiegt und in der Hüfte wiegt,
- man thut es mit, sieht man lange zu!
Einer Tänzerin gleich, die, wie mir scheinen will,
Zu lange schon, gefährlich lange
Immer, immer nur auf Einem Beine stand?
- da vergass sie darob, wie mir scheinen will,
Das andre Bein?
Vergebens wenigstens
Suchte ich das vermisste
- nämlich das andre Bein -
In der heiligen Nähe
Ihres allerliebsten, allerzierlichsten
Fächer- und Flatter- und Flitterröckchens.
ja, wenn ihr mir, ihr schönen Freundinnen,
Ganz glauben wollt:
Sie hat es verloren!
Es ist dahin!
Auf ewig dahin!

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