Marie Silkeberg

(1961 / Copenhagen)

III[1]:2 to release hostages special troops used gas - Poem by Marie Silkeberg

seeing his face quite gravely still the dark eyes the morning


touched him as if to imprint his body on my fingers, hands don't be sad marie. you come and you go


torture




remember ed his eyes watching his body as i was stroking him across the chest. the reaction. his bare nipple. the last morning. much too much of everything. in estrangement. repulsion

Translated by Frank Perry


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 7, 2017



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