Monika Rinck Biography

Hark! Hear how honey chronicles mock, it's by no means certain
that what's clear's always light, it might equally darken itself
with high-power exegesis, but without forfeiting any of its clarity.
The way it is for fishes. Who can see the difference but not
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how everything turned, repeated, expanded
and rotated, heat was a space so vast,
so disastrously large, was an arena
in which the wreckage of objects drifted,
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we shall inject you a substance into
fixed on this bench in this vacation home
look here, how your brow is shining
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it's only a few degrees, just five
or seven, by which the scorching city
increases in heat, in semantic drift, haitiesque,
a tunis perhaps, floating towards the equator,
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a slope, no, a great plain,
gentle hills, arched upward, i see a downward slope,
a stretching, acquiescing, an arc.
everything must be green and an obliging olive grove
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