Michael Krüger Poems

Before we close up the house
the wine has to go down the drain
and the light leave the rooms.
Each word that is still uttered
...

I saw Greece's stony fist lying
in the Mediterranean and a ship
that peeled back the water's blue
in rippled stripes. Further east
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While cleaning up the shed
I found a little box of old keys,
heavy device with beautiful Assyrian beards.
Everyone dreams of another door
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for Harry Mulisch

The city opens up its windows wide
not to miss a sound.
A song rides by on a bicycle
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The passenger wanted to take the shortcut,
not me. At first a hedgehog crossed the road,
later a herd of cattle, then a deer
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