Bent over myself Poem by Alfred Brendel

Bent over myself



Bent over myself
I see
the blurred outline
of an unfamiliar face
a vessel of doubt
chronicle of oblivion
millstone of fraudulent memory
casually washed over
by the water's breath

Thursday, October 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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Alfred Brendel

Alfred Brendel

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