Gottfried Benn

look at the drunk Silenus: through his beard
from his loud blood for ever drowned in roars,
shivered by alien music and unique,
wine drips into his sex!

The brain eats dust. Our feet devour the dust
if but the eye were round and self-contained
then through the lids sweet night would enter in
brushwood and love
from you, the sweetly bestial
from out your shadows, sleep and hair
I must bestride my brain
all loops and turns
the ultimate duologue