[ELIS DANCES] 8 Poem by Hans Raimund
[ELIS DANCES] 8
TURNING CIRCLING WHIRLING
That is the loss
Of every connection
and the hills dance
Text is
Dance is
Music is
Expression of the innermost is
Play
and the beloved is a veil
with elements of
Any number of realities
Turning syllables Circling words Whirling sentences
Shadows
Projections
without
Borders
equal to the flute breaking into melodies
Translated by David Chorlton
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