Do you know how a raven screams? And how the night, pale with fright, does not know where to flee? How it anxiously no longer knows: Is it her realm, is it not her realm, does she belong to the wind or does he belong to her, and are the wolves, with their greed, not ready to tear apart? Do you know how the wind howls shrill and how the forest, pale with fright, does not know where to flee? How it anxiously no longer knows: Is it his realm, is it not his realm, does he belong to the rain or to the night, and is death, who laughs horrifically, not his highest lord? A young woman could not live her great love. She had to die because she was Jewish. 57 poems make her unforgettable.