Wolfgang Hilbig Poems

Behind my wall
in the rear of my impenetrability
in the light
God's toys rotate around themselves…
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Distant collection of pale thoughts
which are still silent
protected by old borders
snowed in by the borderless -
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What you start cannot be new -
because you always take what you were given long ago
and sacrifice it:
as with love because I lack
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Set out to the gardens of her ladyship
On Saturday: traveled along
over Prussia's highways
chock full of chrome and steel cohorts
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Time has returned to Berlin
and imposters parade along Oranienburger Straße
around midnight pointing at the sky: time
has returned from exile.
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