[ELIS DANCES] 6 Poem by Hans Raimund
[ELIS DANCES] 6
OUT OF LONELINESS
He takes for himself
The right
To hold his breath
He has
Since his first scream
Once and for all
Rejected
The instinctive
Beneath Elis' knee he
Yearned for contact Grounding
White knowledge
Cress
Spreads seed grains around
Sparkling between fingers
The scent from wet
Needles
Rosemary
Translated by David Chorlton
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