Who knows of a better world should step forward.
Alone, no longer out of bravery, not wiping away this saliva,
this saliva worn upon the cheek
as if to a coronation, as if redeemed, whether at communion
or among comrades. The weak rabbit,
the rat, and those fallen there, all of them,
no longer alone, but as one, though still afraid,
the dream of returning home
in the dream of armament, in the dream
of returning home.
Always this saliva! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
No better world than this one, Returning home to this only home, A great poem from the poet
A beautiful creation. Congrats on your poem's selection as POD.
This poem bearing sadness is intensively and amazingly delineated. Five stars.
Saddest was the fact her tragic death through a piece of cigarette in her bed. She was brought to hospital. Very very sad!
1) 5 Stars for this wonderous Modern Poem Of The Day! Ingeborg Bachmann died in the Roman Sant' Eugenio hospital three weeks after a fire in her bedroom, on 17 October 1973. Local police concluded that the blaze was caused by a lit cigarette.
CONGRATULATIONS to the family of the late poetess. A well deserved Modern Poem Of The Day. TODAY.. A special and precious poem created. This poem deserves to be read thoughtfully. With the help of her loving family her poems are published on PoemHunter, we are reading her poems now, Her poems consist oft melancholy and tragedy, much sadness but enormously of great beauty bestowed. Thanks for sharing this poem and all her poems (very few submitted) on PH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no longer alone, but as one, though still afraid, the dream of returning home in the dream of armament, in the dream of returning home........fine statement. Beautiful poem by Ingeborg Bachmann.