Ingeborg Bachmann

(1926 - 1973 / Austria)

In The Storm Of Roses - Poem by Ingeborg Bachmann

Wherever we turn in the storm of roses,
the night is lit up by thorns, and the thunder
of leaves, once so quiet within the bushes,
rumbling at our heels.


Comments about In The Storm Of Roses by Ingeborg Bachmann

  • Veteran Poet - 1,054 Points Michelle Claus (6/16/2014 3:33:00 PM)

    Is it rapture or torment? Yes. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 53 Points Granette ~@~ (6/16/2014 9:01:00 AM)

    This is beautiful :) (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,512 Points john tiong chunghoo (7/28/2006 3:59:00 AM)

    when we fell out of love
    it was a storm of leaves
    pieces of us fell everywhere
    and as i pass by familiar spots
    they feel like fallen leaves
    that cannot hold their own anymore
    they lie, fade, and eventually
    turn to dust and bond with eternity
    forgotten and fallen into the back of mind (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 20, 2015


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