Poetry “talks in bed”

4. Talking in bed ought to be easiest, Lying together there goes back so far, An emblem of two people being honest. Yet more and more time passes silently. Outside, the wind’s incomplete unrest Builds and disperses clouds in the sky, And dark towns heap up on the horizon. None of this cares for us. […]

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In silence, poetry (re)unites…

2. the truth – don’t they say? – is painful
 and needs, you know, your blood
 needs your wounds 
only through these will the life you sought in vain pass – if it ever does pass through – 
together with the wind’s whistling and ghosts   To the one stranded on an island, sharing a […]

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