Wundervölker, Monstrosität und Hässlichkeit im Mittelalter (German Edition)

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And through the gentle, unresisting meadows one pale path unrolled like a strip of cotton.

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Down this path they were coming. In front, the slender man in the blue cloak-- mute, impatient, looking straight ahead. In large, greedy, unchewed bites his walk devoured the path; his hands hung at his sides, tight and heavy, out of the falling folds, no longer conscious of the delicate lyre which had grown into his left arm, like a slip of roses grafted onto an olive tree.

His senses felt as though they were split in two; his sight would race ahead of him like a dog, stop, come back, then rushing off again would stand, impatient, at the path's next turn,-- but his hearing, like an odor, stayed behind. Sometimes it seemed to him as though it reached back to the footsteps of those other two who were to follow him, up the long path home. But then, once more, it was just his own steps' echo, or the wind inside his cloak, that made the sound. He said to himself, they had to be behind him; said it aloud and heard it fade away.

They had to be behind him, but their steps were ominously soft.

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If only he could turn around, just once but looking back would ruin this entire work, so near completion , then he could not fail to see them, those other two, who followed him so softly: The god of speed and distant messages, a traveler's hood above his shining eyes, his slender staff held out in front of him, and little wings fluttering at his ankles; and on his left arm, barely touching it: she. A woman so loved that from one lyre there came more lament than from all lamenting women; that a whole world of lament arose, in which all nature reappeared: forest and valley, road and village, field and stream and animal; and that around this lament-world, even as around the other earth, a sun revolved and a silent star-filled heaven, a lament- heaven, with its own, disfigured stars So greatly was she loved.

But now she walked beside the graceful god, Her steps constricted by the trailing graveclothes, uncertain, gentle, and without impatience.

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She was deep within herself, like a woman heavy with child, and did not see the man in front or the path ascending steeply into life. Deep within herself. Being dead filled her beyond fulfillment. Like a fruit suffused with its own mystery and sweetness, she was filled with her vast death, which was so new, she could not understand that it had happened. She had come into a new virginity and was untouchable; her sex had closed like a young flower at nightfall, and her hands had grown so unused to marriage that the god's infinitely gentle touch of guidance hurt her, like an undesired kiss.

She was no longer that woman with blue eyes who once had echoed through the poet's songs, no longer the wide couch's scent and island, and that man's property no longer. She was already loosened like long hair, poured out like fallen rain, shared like a limitless supply.

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