Jenseits von Gut und Böse

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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Und meinen Honig - wer hat ihn geschmeckt?....

- Da _seid_ ihr, Freunde! - Weh, doch _ich_ bin's nicht,
Zu dem ihr wolltet?
Ihr zögert, staunt - ach, dass ihr lieber grolltet!
Ich - bin's nicht mehr? Vertauscht Hand, Schritt, Gesicht?
Und was ich bin, euch Freunden - bin ich's nicht?

Ein Andrer ward ich? Und mir selber fremd?
Mir selbst entsprungen?
Ein Ringer, der zu oft sich selbst bezwungen?
Zu oft sich gegen eigne Kraft gestemmt,
Durch eignen Sieg verwundet und gehemmt?

Ich suchte, wo der Wind am schärfsten weht?
Ich lernte wohnen,
Wo Niemand wohnt, in öden Eisbär-Zonen,
Verlernte Mensch und Gott, Fluch und Gebet?
Ward zum Gespenst, das über Gletscher geht?

- Ihr alten Freunde! Seht! Nun blickt ihr bleich,
Voll Lieb' und Grausen!
Nein, geht! Zürnt nicht! Hier - könntet _ihr_ nicht hausen:
Hier zwischen fernstem Eis- und Felsenreich -
Hier muss man Jäger sein und gemsengleich.

Ein _schlimmer_ Jäger ward ich! - Seht, wie steil
Gespannt mein Bogen!
Der Stärkste war's, der solchen Zug gezogen--:
Doch wehe nun! Gefährlich ist _der_ Pfeil,
Wie _kein_ Pfeil, - fort von hier! Zu eurem Heil!.....

Ihr wendet euch? - Oh Herz, du trugst genung,
Stark blieb dein Hoffen:
Halt _neuen_ Freunden deine Thüren offen!
Die alten lass! Lass die Erinnerung!
Warst einst du jung, jetzt - bist du besser jung!

Was je uns knüpfte, Einer Hoffnung Band, -
Wer liest die Zeichen,
Die Liebe einst hineinschrieb, noch, die bleichen?
Dem Pergament vergleich ich's, das die Hand
zu fassen _scheut_, - ihm gleich verbräunt, verbrannt.

Nicht Freunde mehr, das sind - wie nenn' ich's doch? -
Nur Freunds-Gespenster!
Das klopft mir wohl noch Nachts an Herz und Fenster,
Das sieht

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