Hans Raimund Poems

Hardly the blink of an eye:
the spring
your spring -

Let us give you credit:
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1
Not many people to talk to here
The birds I miss
the hares too
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I try once more:
I talk about myself
But they hear badly
They do not listen
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On his brow which
Bleeds quietly
A picture
One of many
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OUT OF LONELINESS

He takes for himself

The right
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TURNING CIRCLING WHIRLING
That is the loss
Of every connection

and the hills dance
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ELIS TWISTS
Twists
Around himself
Moves
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