Hendrik Rost Poems

They give their boats the names
of unruly daughters who strain at the leash
to dance with the wind.
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Back home late, I find you
asleep, a curved sight
beneath the sheets. The sky is clear
and so it's very cold tonight.
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Out of fairytales we step with debts.
New ones, complicating lots of things.
Are they facts that tolerate no redress
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Once when we drove around the longest days
far beyond the border to the north
and during those first days slept hardly
more than a few restless hours
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I seek no evidence for emanations.
Don't stifle assumptions with notions.
Everyone has their favourite temptations,
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This has to do with the beauty
of staying at home on one's own for a few days:
Summer's approaching its deadlines,
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Once, during the credits, when
a foul was repeated, only then
did I see between the players
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The coastline disappears
in our wake, while
the visual horizon keeps
its distance. Water, I understand,
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