I´ve been wondering whether anyone here has ever heard of/read a poem from a german expressionist poet ( Georg Heym, Gottfried Benn or Jacob van Hoddis, for instance)? As I´m very much occupied with their poems at the moment (taking a course at university about them), I´d like to see how other poets react to their pieces. I´ve translated one of them. It is by Georg Heym and rather well known in Germany. ("Der Gott der Stadt") Please tell me what you think of it and if you would like to read more poems like them. Please get back to me, too, for more information on the German expressionists and/or if you have heard of one of them before. Thanks for satisfying my (not so idle) curiosity. (There might come a paper about how they are percepted in other countries  out of it for me to write.) Regards, ID

The God of the City

On top of a block of houses he sits broadly.

The winds are camping blackly around his brow.

He watches, full of anger, where far away in solitude

the last houses are erring into the countryside.

This Baal´s red belly is gleaming with evening,

around him the big cities kneel.

A vast number of churchbells

wells up to him from an ocean of black towers.

Like the dance of the corybants, the music

of millions resounds loudly  through the streets.

The chimneys´ smoke, the factory´s clouds

waft up to him like fragrance blues from incense.

The weather smoulders in his eyebrows.

Dark evening is being dazed into night.

Vulture-like storms are flapping

from his hair that bristles with rage.

He raises his butcher´s fist into the dark.

He shakes it. An ocean of fire is racing

through a street. And the glowing vapour is surging

and devouring them until the morning breaks late.

(Georg Heym, translated by me)