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Oh you big nose of an eagle there!
I am one with a big hard egghead,
got an artistically plumaged wind hat,
greedy of power my eyes like a hawk's are,
the yellow of my beak already faded gray,
the frightening, slanting neck of a snipe is mine,
and really baggy my stomach protrudes,
sharp as a knife are my wing's edges,
and the claw nails of an envious pigeon I got,
and, from running behind after birds,
from all the runs making
goose marches unsuccessful,
for a young feathered one,
I got already quite tattered magpie toes.
by German poet
Bastian Fähnrich, originally written in Finnish,
transl. by Erhard Lang
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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