Ingeborg Bachmann

(1926 - 1973 / Austria)

Bruderschaft - Poem by Ingeborg Bachmann

Each and every thing cuts wounds,
and neither of us has forgiven the other.
Hurting like you and hurtful,
I lived towards you.

Every touch augments
the pure, the spiritual touch;
we experience it as we age,
turned into coldest silence.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 28, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 28, 2012


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