Stay by Ingeborg Bachmann

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Stay

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.

Ingeborg Bachmann

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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

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

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