Ingeborg Bachmann (1926 - 1973 / Austria)
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Poems by Ingeborg Bachmann : 10 / 28
In The Storm Of Roses
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.
Ingeborg Bachmann
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Read poems about / on: night, rose
Poems by Ingeborg Bachmann : 10 / 28
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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
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