Fragmentary drafts for the first, second, fifth, seventh, eighth, and tenth images

FELIX BALDE: It lives in his soul images A whole world that surrounds him Like mist; he lives lost in it But in his images His own soul is not there. So his world of images separates him From everything that other people See with their eyes; And he hardly feels himself. You can tell this from his speech And also from the fact that he has no understanding Of what others say.