Sunday, 11 November 2007
and what is it to be the sister (1)
he said to his sister - the lonely poet - he spoke:
Da ich deine schmalen Hände nahm
Schlugst du leise die runden Augen auf,
Dieses ist lange her.
but I wasn't her. as much as I would have wished to. and my brother still sleeps the sleep of the speechless.