Ingeborg Bachmann

(1926 - 1973 / Austria)

Stay - Poem by Ingeborg Bachmann

Now the journey is ending,
the wind is losing heart.
Into your hands it's falling,
a rickety house of cards.

The cards are backed with pictures
displaying all the world.
You've stacked up all the images
and shuffled them with words.

And how profound the playing
that once again begins!
Stay, the card you're drawing
is the only world you'll win.


Comments about Stay by Ingeborg Bachmann

  • Bronze Star - 2,367 Points john tiong chunghoo (7/28/2006 4:15:00 AM)

    the journey is ending
    the head is signalling
    me all would soon be over
    see all this hair is falling
    as fast as my memory is fading
    they turn white totally white
    as sheets of my memory are
    though - soon it will be a total backout (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,367 Points john tiong chunghoo (7/28/2006 4:14:00 AM)

    the journey is ending
    the head is signalling
    me all would soon be over
    see all this hair is falling
    as fast as my memory is fading
    they turn white totally white
    as sheets of my memory are
    though - soon it will be a total backout (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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