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.

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