To The Sun (Ingeborg Bachmann Poems)
More beatiful than the remarkable moon and her noble light,More beautiful than the stars, the famous medals of the night,More ...
More beatiful than the remarkable moon and her noble light,More beautiful than the stars, the famous medals of the night,More ...
Im Winter ist meine Geliebteunter den Tieren des Waldes.Da(Ingeborg Bachmann)
War is no longer declared,only continued. The monstroushas become everyday. The herostays away from battle. The weakhave gone to the ...
Who knows of a better world should step forward.Alone, no longer out of bravery, not wiping away this saliva,this saliva ...
I step outsidemyself, out of my eyes,hands, mouth, outsideof myself Istep, a bundleof goodness and godlinessthat must make goodthis devilrythat ...
When I led by zummer streams The pride o' Lea, as naighbours thought her, While the zun, wi' evenen beams, ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
The girt woak tree that's in the dell ! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' ...
No, I'm a man, I'm vull a man, You beat my manhood, if you can. You'll be a man if ...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
If souls should only sheen so bright In heaven as in e'thly light, An' nothen better wer the cease, How ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
Since I noo mwore do zee your feace, Up steairs or down below, I'll zit me in the lwonesome pleace, ...
News o' grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven, While vrom zide to zide, ...
As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with ...
Now the journey is ending, the wind is losing heart. Into your hands it's falling, a rickety house of cards. ...
Wherever we turn in the storm of roses, the night is lit up by thorns, and the thunder of leaves, ...
Verwunschnes Wolkenschloß, in dem wir treiben... Wer weiß, ob wir nicht schon durch viele Himmel so ziehen mit verglasten Augen? ...
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