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Spring 1965 • Vol. XXVII No. 2 • Poetry |

When I Came Home

Translated from German.  

When I came home
I found a sailor in my room
who had landed with his boat on a cupboard
and was trying to get down—
but he could not explain the reason for his being here.

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