Melpomene (Peter Huchel Poem)
The forest bitter, spiky, no shore breeze, no foothills, the grass grows matted, death will come with horses' hooves, endlessly ...
Peter Huchel Poems (4 Poems)
Answer (Peter Huchel Poem)
Between two nights the brief day. The farm is there. And in the thicket, a snare the hunter set for ...
Meeting (Peter Huchel Poem)
For Michael Hamburger Barn owl daughter of snow, subject to the night wind, yet taking root with her talons in ...
Eastern River (Peter Huchel Poem)
Do not look for the stones in water above the mud, the boat is gone. No longer with nets and ...