Source
Potsdamer Platz in an endless roar
Glaciates all resounding
avalanches
The street complex: trams on rails,
Automobiles
and the refuse of mankind.
People trickle over the asphalt,
Ant-like in their
diligence, nimble as lizards.
Foreheads and hands, flashing
with thoughts,
Swim like sunlight through the dark forest.
Night rain wraps the square in a cavern,
Where bats, white,
with beating wings
And lavender jellyfish lie – colorful
oils;
They multiply, dissected by the cars. –
Berlin squirts up,
glistening nest of the day,
From the smoke of the night like
the pus of a pestilence.
Source: Paul Boldt, “Auf der Terrasse des Café Josty”, Die Aktion, Jg. 2, November 13, 1912.; reprinted in Jürgen Schutte and Peter Sprengel, Die Berliner Moderne 1885–1914. Stuttgart, 1987, pp. 328–30.