Yes, it really exists. Curious? (Don't worry, it won't take an hour.) All the poems, sayings and prayers of the jubilarian. With musical interlude.
Caspar David Friedrich, who was born 250 years ago, drew and painted, but always wrote as well. Letters, essays on art, aphorisms and poems. Incidentally, in its 251st year there is still no complete critical edition of his writings. In the Falladahaus you now have the opportunity to at least get to know almost all of his poetry. Admission 5 € (reduced 3 €) Caspar David Friedrich A being dwells within me, Whatever heaven lifts me, High above the earth and the tumult of the world Only ever strives for the light, With all my heart, soul, mind and life Is devoted to Jesus Christ. A will dwells in my bosom, Which binds me fast to the earth, Holds me fast in sin, Only ever clinging to the earth, For all my life's doings Only vain folly, vain striving. So I waver between good and evil, Like a reed moved by the wind, Soon I lift myself up to the light, Soon I sink into the depths of the abyss, As it stirs piously in my heart, As it moves wildly in my bosom Where is the choice, where the will, What lifts men above the beast? Seek not: you have not become strong. Just don't bury the pound you trust! He surely leads a life pleasing to God, Who uses what he has been given.
