Here you will find the Poem Morning Hymn of poet Franz Werfel
I am not dead. Through slit and crack The piercing ray only glanced me, And in the glow of self-possession I survive once more once again. Through open shutters with waves surges A blue that does not look blue to me. Like a baby the air's nursed itself Full of the sun's milk that melts down. On the sea a steamer's whistle Blows like a rutting stag. From mountains flashes a secret army's Visible-invisible birth. I am not dead. I'd like to shout loud On this day of who gets mercy, That today each of my sails fills Themselves once more once again.
