Poetry
Summer 1996
Our Time
From the German. Thenfire fell from heavenand spread along the walls. Before it burns out you and I will beashes. The hoursin betweenare our time.
Poetry
Summer 1996
Almost a Conversation
From the German. 1 Not for the world does the day dropinto your lap. You must open your eyes to it. Then what they readyou’ll remember come evening. Morning, clouds, […]