Martin J. Walker (trans.)
			Lovers Seat                      Ernst Stadler In the evening we stepped along the steep & greenbushed dune-paths of the beach. You rest, pressed against me. Over the deep sea the chalk cliff swings its shivering plumage. Here, where the rock in sudden greed for death leans into nothingness           slid once two lovers into the soft, blue bed. The breakers roar in the distance. I listen between your kisses to the legend which, in the glowing summer evening, your laughing mouth recounts. But bending deeply I see your face serenely stiffened, and heavy melancholy waiting behind your lashes, and the coming end. Ernst Stadler was a German Expressionist  whose promising career as poet & scholar of French & English literature (he was a friend of Charles Péguy) was cut short by an English shell at Ypres in the summer of 1914. He studied at Oxford before the war & spent some time at the coast ~ I think Lovers Seat is near Hastings. What end might he have been thinking of?