A Drawing Board Of Winter... Poem by Hans Carl Artmann
A Drawing Board Of Winter...
A drawing board of winter,
everything pro forma,
the evening's riders above.
wish I had a clear eye
and a sense for stars.
I am forty years old.
my legs have been sewn into
a single boot.
I am a hopper
among runners.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
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translated by Johannes Beilharz
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