The Opening Poem Of Peter Handke's 'Walk About The Villages' Poem by MICHAEL ROLOFF
The Opening Poem Of Peter Handke's 'Walk About The Villages'
'Man from overseas, spectator mask over your cheeks. You had no ear for the surge of the subterranean homesickness dirge. Blind to the drops of blood in the snow, wanderer without shadow. Hand among hands on bus straps you stand. Northsoutheastwest sire, but now I'm getting mired.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
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