Vulgar words in The Verse of Alfred Lichtenstein (Page 1)

This book at a glance

bastard x 3
damn x 3
make love x 1
shit x 1
whore x 4
            

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~   ~   ~   Sentence 69   ~   ~   ~

The whores, the theater, and the moon in the city, The dress-shirts, the streets, and smells, The nights and the coaches and the windows, The laughter, the street-lights and murders-- I'm really fed up now with all the crap, Damn it!

~   ~   ~   Sentence 129   ~   ~   ~

Here I am burning gas and electricity-- May God and the devil damn me to hell: Damn It all... why is my bar the only empty one... Grumpy, reproachful waiters standing around-- It is my fault-- Not one damned person comes to the door-- Cramped in a corner I sit with a hopeful face.

~   ~   ~   Sentence 205   ~   ~   ~

Among rough houses whores hobble back and forth, Sadly swinging their ripe behinds.

~   ~   ~   Sentence 218   ~   ~   ~

Just a bit of shit makes a tough kid happy.

~   ~   ~   Sentence 232   ~   ~   ~

How--soft little cats--piously white girls make love!

~   ~   ~   Sentence 470   ~   ~   ~

The oldest whores come crawling Along out of wet shadows--tubercular toads.

~   ~   ~   Sentence 575   ~   ~   ~

Spring All men are now greedy, All women are shouting, Hide yourself in your hump, Remain alone-- Kuno Kohn's Five Songs to Mary First Song: So many years I sought you, Mary-- In gardens, rooms, cities and mountains, In dumps, whores, in acting schools, In sick beds and in the rooms of mad people, In kitchen maids, screaming, celebrations of spring, In every kind of weather and every kind of day, In coffee houses, mothers, dancers-- I did not find you in bars, motion pictures, Music-cafes, excursions into the summer mist... Who knows the agony, when I, in the night on the streets, Cried out for you to the dead sky-- Next Song: He who looks for you in this way, Mary, becomes quite gray.

~   ~   ~   Sentence 666   ~   ~   ~

You, my Berlin, you opium rush, you bastard.

~   ~   ~   Sentence 750   ~   ~   ~

Prayer before Battle The troops are singing fervently, each for himself: God, protect me from misfortune, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, That no grenades strike me, That the bastards, our enemies, Do not catch me, do not shoot me, That I don't die like a dog For the dear fatherland.

~   ~   ~   Sentence 751   ~   ~   ~

Look, I would like to go on living, Milk cows, bang girls And beat the bastard, Sepp, Get drunk often Until my blessed death.

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